When we meet

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So I have decided to post this because I am unable to continue writing "It's a long way down"
Yea so...I hope you like it 😘

So basically this book is based roughly around experiences in my life so if there is any similarities to yours or anyone else's it is entirely coincidental.
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I flopped down on my bed with a loud THUMP! I had just handed my mother my report card for the term, and she is gonna freak.
Any other family would be happy if their daughter got A's or B's. But with my mother...if I don't get straight A's "I'm a dishonour to the family" her words, not mine.
She expects me to be mini her! Straight A's, top of the class in everything and that one day I'll take over her business. Mills.Inc , it's a huge publishing company. If you haven't heard of it you have probably been living under a rock your whole life.

"Regina Maria Mills get down here now!" And the demon has called.

I pulled my self from my bed and trooped down stairs, dreading the telling off that was sure to happen.
When I reached the kitchen my suspicions were confirmed.
My mother stood, hip propped against the counter with a disapproving scowl on her face, my father was sat on a bat stool next to her looking slightly scared. Poor guy, he has no stomach to stand up to her...how they got married and had...you know...the 's' word is beyond me.
Taking a deep breath I took a tentative step closer.
"Yes mother?" She held up the envelope I had given her a few moments before, a don't-play-dumb-with-me look written across her face.
I bit my lip, nerves coursing through my body. This was not going to end well.
"What is this?" Her tone was ice cold. God she terrified me sometimes.
"It's um...my report card"
"Yes I can see that!" She basically yelled. I wanted to turn and run before she could say anything against my grades on that piece of paper in her hands.
"I meant, what are your grades on it" there is was, her deadly quiet tone she uses when she is really pissed off.
She pulled the piece of card out of the envelope and scanned the columns.
Great, she is reading them out in front of me...just brilliant.
"English...A, Maths...A, Geography...B, History...A, P.E...A" she looked up from the sheet, her eyes glazed over with pure ice. "Do you want to explain what happened in Geography?"

I shuffled my feet nervously I couldn't tell her! How do you tell your psychotic mother that your teacher absolutely hates your guts so much that he would down grade your papers. True not by much but it still sucks when that happens. But...I'm not going to tell my mother that because she could ruin his life.Take away his job, taint his profile and so much more. No I couldn't let her do that to another teacher...no matter how much he hated me and vis versa.
"I umm...I didn't understand some of the concepts mother" I lied through my teeth, hoping she would buy it.
"Then get a tutor next time" she spat. "You're old enough to take responsibility for your work! So grow up and do something about it!" I flinched, I hated disappointing her...but I end up doing it so often.
"Go upstairs and do your homework! Your grounded for one week"
"A week!?!? For getting ONE B!?!?!? Mother that's not fair!" I pleaded. This just wasn't fair! At least I had tried!
"REGINA!!! UPSTAIRS NOW! You are grounded now for two weeks! Do you want to make it three!?!?"

I shot her one last glare over my shoulder before I turned on my heels and walked briskly back up the stairs, barley containing my anger. As soon as I reached my room I collapsed onto my bed and pulled my pillow towards me. I pushed my face into the soft material and screamed. I screamed for how mean my mother was and how miserable she made my life. I screamed till my throat was red and my eyes watered.

I wiped the tears off my cheeks and slid under my sheets. Not bothering to changing into my bed clothes.
I drifted off almost instantly. Exhaustion seeping into my veins and wiping out my muscles. I seemed to sink into the mattress. Surrounded by comfort in one of the only places I felt at peace in my own house.