I dropped my backpack on the bench in our entry way and took out my phone from my jean pocket. I slumped down on the couch and opened up Wattpad. I continued the story I was writing about a girl a lot like me. Minus the weird friends part. She was popular and had good friends. Basically, she was who I wish I was.
I turned around as my mom walked in. "Did you have dinner?" She asked in a stressed tone as she set her computer down on the kitchen table. "Yes." I lied. I was already fat, I don't need to much. I eat breakfast and a little bit of lunch and that's it.
"Good. Now don't bug me, I have a lot of work to do." She said. I don't know why she even says that to me, I already know that. Every night it's the same.
"Why don't you just stay at work instead?" I said angrily, I was hungry and tired.
"Why don't you shut up? You used to be nice, now you're just a spoiled teenage brat." My mom retorted. We didn't get along well. My dad was out of town most of the time, like this week. A business trip somewhere in the UK.
I leapt up the stairs two at a time, in a hurry to get into my room. But as I turned the corner about to go into my room I whipped around and headed back downstairs. "Quit running around! I can hear you." My mom screamed at me from the den.
I swung open the door and headed towards Oak. I knew she would help me get through tomorrow, as I didn't want to go to school, I didn't want to see my mom, and I didn't want to be bullied like I constantly was every day.
