The Group

Breakfast Time

Hey guys!!! It's me again! Im so sorry that I haven't updated in forever.

I wrote this book in a spiral already, it's finished and everything. But, I wanted to publish it on this website to see if it was good or not, instead of letting it sit on my desk not getting read.

Since I already finished writing it down, I can probably publish it all in one day...but I'm using my phone and my thumbs would start to hurt....*cue laughing*

Haha anyways, your all about to meet 5 new characters! Well, more like one really... but still, Yay for that! This chapter is going to be LONG because of all the descriptions and what-not.

I love you guys! And please keep reading!

LOVE,

HANNA WHITE.❤

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Autumn

"Mom, breakfast is on the table!" I yell to the living room loud enough for her to hear. I hear grunting and movement and wait 5 seconds to see my mother walk into the tiny dining room.

"What is this?" She asked with a cigarette between he lips. Her raspy voice sent chills down my spine. I took a deep breath, "A table?" I asked confused.

"Well no fucking duh! I meant ON the table!" She screamed. I flinched back with terror. "B-br-breakfast?" I asked again. "No you twit! I meant the dust! The dust on the table! Your food is disgusting enough, do you actually think I'm going to eat off this filth!?" She screamed.

I stared at the plate of food she picked up while she was screaming. I cowered in fear when I realized she might throw it at me.

She breathed heavily while staring at me, her eyes filled with hatred and fury. She stayed like that for a few moments before she went into a coughing spree.

She hunched over, clutching her stomach. I couldn't help by smile a little. She shouldn't smoke so much.

"You think this is funny?" She screamed when she had enough air to talk. I didn't think she could see my smile. "N-n-no." I stuttered.

"Don't fucking studder!!" She yelled while throwing the plate of food. I ducked and the plate flew right past me into the wall, shattering into pieces.

I turned back toward my mom and found her standing right in front of me. I jump back right when she clutched my hair causing her to pull it.

She pushed my face close to the table while I whined with pain. "See? Filthy! And ugly, almost as ugly as you are!" I closed my eyes letting the tears fall down my face.

I didn't even realize I was crying.

She dropped my head and grabbed the keys on the key ring. "I'm going out, don't wait up for me." She said, and with that she left.

I took a shaky breath and slowly walked over to the broken shards of glass. I let the tears fall silently as I picked up the broken glass.

I felt like I was picking up the shards of my broken life.

After a while I heard laughing. I stood up quickly and walked over to the small window in the kitchen. I saw 4 guys walking down the sidewalk in font of my house. They were fixing to reach my driveway.

I began to smile while I rushed to pick up the rest of the glass. I ran to the kitchen and threw away the glass into the garbage can. But doing so, I cut my hand.

"Shit." I said wincing in pain. I ran over to the counter across the kitchen and grabbed a towel. I pressed the towel against the cut hoping it would stop the bleeding.