The Poking Wars

Chapter 3

Ava's POV

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On my way home I started getting really anxious. My house isn't exactly the happy kind. You see my mom left my dad, when I was little because, apparently, I (and I quote) "Wasn't supposed to happen." At least, that's what my dad said.

Anyways, just as I arrived home, I was welcomed by my dad. He didn't have a shirt on–he didn't have anything on. Just boxers. Very disturbing. I guess you could say my dad wasn't one for a suit and tie.

"What are-" hiccup. "coming home so laaaate," he slurred. Gosh how that annoyed me.

"Dad it's only 3:3..." I quickly looked at my watch to see the exact time. "3:47 pm" I stated. "That's the time I come home from school everyday,"

He eyed me. Hiccup. "That's no excuse," he boiled. His face was red with anger. He grabbed his belt from the counter furiously. Tears welled up in my eyes as I attempted to back away. Just as I was reaching the door knob to leave, I felt a yank on my hair.

Slap. Right across my back where I was hurt before.

Slap. At this point I was crying. I wanted to fight back, but was too weak to do so.

Slap. Of course trying to fight back only made him angrier.

At one point I stopped trying. When he finally stopped, he let go of my hair. Falling down with a crash, he walked back to the living room- or what I like to call it, the room of hell.

Dried tears on my cheeks, and painful bruises every where, I decided to go take a relaxing shower. When I got out of the shower I got dressed up in a Superman shirt (because Superman is awesome) and Harley Quinn pajama pants. At one point I fell asleep, welcoming the darkness around me.

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I woke up the next morning, dreading school. I quickly got dressed and hopped on the bus to school. It was an ordinary day, went through the same things. Until I found out that the popular kids, or as I like to call them, "The Pricks of The School" were messing with some kid named Kyle. I think that's what his name was. Suddenly, one of the Pricks got all up in my face and I really didn't appreciate it.

"Hey, Dolly," she said. This pricks name was Tally. She was taller than me. She had brown hair and eyes. "Watcha up to?"

I sighed. I really didn't want to deal with this. "Listen, I hav-"

"Uh-uh-uh!" She squealed, melting my ears. When her hands laid a single finger on my hair, I lost it.

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls.

Slap. I slapped her across the face.

She was furious-boiling. I don't know why, but I took Kyle's hand and ran. My feet pounding continuously on the floor, my heart only starting to race. With every step I took, I could feel that I was going faster. I was taking turnes left and right, not really taking caution. Kinda like when you cross the road, you're supposed to look left and right before you cross. All of a sudden, as I was making another turn, I bumped into something... someone.

"Watch whe-" the person started.

I quickly looked up. "Sorry!" I yelped. When I saw the person, she looked familiar. Instantly, I thought of that one cute person in my music class. What was her name.... Mary? Marcela? Mario?

For some odd reason I couldn't take my eyes off of her

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Sorry! Cliffhanger :3 Plus, this was a draft we had for a really long time, so, boom. Anyways, see you in the next chapter!