Treat Me Better { on hold }

Chapter 2 - Brad's Fault?

Bianca's POV

My eyes shot open when I realized what today is, first day of school. Mom suggested that I can go tomorrow and that I can stay in for today, which isn't quite often, seeing as that I still don't know the area real well, but I had to go to school today, even though I dread it.

I felt even more apprehensive since this school will be totally different from my old one. My school had uniforms where over here we can wear whatever we want, which my little problem over here as to I don't know what to wear.

I always complained about wearing my school uniform, sorry my old school uniform, since I wore 3 times a week a long black skirt with a striped white-blue blouse using my school hoodie (the hoodie was my favourite, I would wear it out sometimes), and twice a week one pair of P.E pants and a shirt for it (the pants were always big on me because of my height).

Now looking through my closet, I feel homesick and yearning to wear my uniform once more. Forget it, you left for a reason, there is no going back. Attempting to make a good first impression, I wore black skinny jeans with my black Neo 'Right Now' Adidas shirt, which ended on my waist line. I got my black hoodie with my adidas sneakers. I curled my hair last night before going to bed which made them look like beach waves right now that I really liked.

I don't usually wear makeup, my mom doesn't allow me to, usually mascara with black pencil eye liner (I don't apply it on my eyelids) and lip gloss.

After getting my laptop that my old school provided for my on my Junior Year that lasts till my Senior Year, and my backpack with my phone and book inside, I headed downstairs for a quick breakfast before leaving the house silently, hoping not to grab attention to myself.

Unfortunately, my older brother and younger sister were already sitting next to the kitchen Island eating cornflakes and toast with butter.

"Privet Bianca! Kak spalose? (Hey Bianca! How did you sleep?)" Beamed my younger sister, Diana. We had 6 years difference, she mostly spoke Russian than English around us; but I suspect that she is trying to hide Hispanic heritage.

"Diana, how many times have I told you? Speak English, you know you need to practice more, plus we are in a country where English is the only language spoken." I tried to get the information through her head but she ignores it and always looks at Justin, my older brother for help.

Justin just shook his head at my attempt to help Diana out. "Good morning to you too. How was your night?" Why was he eager to know?

"Fine, I guess." I shrugged trying to look nonchalant but Justin can see right through me. In all honesty, I had a horrible night. I couldn't fall asleep for at least 3 hours, I kept turning around my bed all night while tears fell rapidly from my plain brown eyes. I looked over to Diana to examine her features, we both had brown hair, hers slightly lighter than mine; brown eyes, and slight tan skin, but her expression was different than mine; she had sorrowful and slight pitiful look on her face.

We both share a room, so she must have heard my cries and knowing that Justin asked the same question with more care and caution, she must've said everything to him that happened last night. I swear that girl can't keep a secret.

I took an apple before heading out towards the when Justin stopped me, "Did you talk to Mom today?" My body froze, of course I didn't, and I knew what Justin's plan was right now.

"No, I haven't." I turned my body so that I facing my brother who didn't look that similar to me. He had dark brown hair and green eyes instead of my brown, getting it for our mother. He has light skin colour with some of our mom's features. He did resemble me quite a lot, because of our speech and features but I looked a lot like my dad than my mom, while he was closer to resembling mom.