Real. Life.

Ugh.

1:36 P.M.

"Time are for those waiting to die," Jett Jones finished his literature speech. The star football player, straight A student, and the cutest guy in school. Strutting down the classroom aisle's with a smirk on his face.

"Oh my goodness Amy, you are SO sexy!" He said Reaching for her boob. Amy Johnson is such a hoe, she has slept with the whole school. I can't blame her though, if I had her looks I would take advantage of it too! Blonde hair down her back, bright blue eyes, and a huge butt.

"Oh Jett... Later, the loser's are watching." Amy said coldly turning to me.

"S-S-Sorry."

OMG Miranda why aren't you at school!  The thought ran through my mind. Miranda is my best friend since I was six. She is on the basketball team, straight B student, and 2nd prettiest girl in school according to the school website. Number was of course Amy Johnson.

The bell rung loudly. I hurried to gather my stuff together but Amy just had to hit my stuff out of my hand. Oh no my mom is going to kill me!

4:52 P.M.

I tried to creep in the house but when it comes to me my mom has eagle hearing. "SKYLAR BERNARD BRING YOUR ASS IN HERE NOW!"

"H-H-Hey mom."

"So why do you have a tardy in your 7th hour?!?" My mother said with loud slurred words. It was obvious that she had been drinking because of the 2 empty vodka bottles on the coffee table.

"Mom, have you been drinking?"

"ANSWER MY DAMN QUESTION!!!!!!!!"

"This girl, she likes to give me problems...I'm gonna head up to my room." Slowly but surely my mom raised from her chair and punched me straight in the eye. The tears just started coming, there was no holding back. Running to my bedroom, eye pounding with pain. This wasn't the first time she has hit me. I have bruises up and down my spine.