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"Oh my God." I groan as I slam a hand on my obnoxious alarm clock.
"Why? Why must school be so damn early?" I slide out of bed and make my way to the washroom. Not before I bump into Queen Bitch.
"Watch it fucking slut, you have eyes." My sister says rather harshly even when it's obvious she's tired.
"You have eyes too Remi, it's too early to bitch at me. Just shush." I say groggily, shuffling to the washroom.
"Whatever," as she pushes me against the wall to go pass me "I'm going first, fuck off."
I glare harshly at her, "I never win, whatever."
Instead, I just go downstairs to get some cereal. Hopefully making it pass my dad without him noticing. My hopes fall as he exits the kitchen, appearing sober.
"What the fuck are you doing down here? Get your ass upstairs and get ready for school." He says to me as if I'm the most disgusting human being on the planet.
I turn my gaze to the ground so I don't have to see the harshness of his, "Remi shoved passed me to get in the washroom first, so I came down to get cereal." I say quietly afraid of what he might do.
My dad walks up to me staggering a little. Whoops, I guess he isn't sober.
"Take your fat ass upstairs and get the fuck dressed," he says, glaring at me, "You don't need food, you eat enough!"
I begin to turn around before he grabs my arm and slaps my cheek. The burning sensation very familiar but I will never get used to it.
"Ow..." I sob quietly while holding my cheek as my dad trudges up the stairs gripping the railing tightly so he doesn't fall.
"HURRY UP AND GET DRESSED AMERICA!" He screams before slamming his door shut.
I walk up stairs with tears stinging the back of my eyes, damn I'll never get used to him hitting me.
I notice Remi isn't in the washroom so I go in and do my usual routine in getting ready for school. Take a quick shower, brush my teeth, wash my face, and put on the slightest bit of make up. Meaning, mascara, eyeliner, and lip gloss.
I walk out of the washroom to see my mom in her business attire and her briefcase. She has her Blackberry up to her ear looking pretty irritated.
"No, no! There is no excuse for not having this done! We have been working on this for months and it's still not done?" She yells rather loudly.
"Forget it, we'll talk about this when I get to the office." She hangs up the phone and looks at me briefly before making her way downstairs.
"Gee mom, I love you, too." I say and go in my room to pick out my outfit for today. I go with a Disturbed t-shirt, red and black skinnies, and black Vans.
I take a look in the mirror and sigh. There's a bright red hand print on my cheek. I rub it, the stinging sensation still there.
"Why does he have to hit me? I just don't understand..." I trail off and take a look at the time and hear my sister yelling at me to hurry the fuck up.
I grab my Doctor Who exploding Tardis bookbag and go downstairs with Remi and hop in her SUV as she drives us to school.
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Don't Judge A Book By Its Cover
Teen Fiction"Never judge someone by the way he or she looks or a book by the way it's covered; For inside those tattered pages, there's a lot to be discovered." ~Stephen Cosgrove
