Secrets

Chapter 1: A Normal Morning

    It's 6:30 a.m. and my alarm is screaming for me to get my ass out of bed. I roll over throwing my arm up to silence the deathly noise of my clock. It is the first day of school, and I need to look good. I don't want look like a basic white girl, so all white converse are out of the question. I spot my Nike Roshes out the corner of my eye and immediately turn to them. The way I think about it is that the shoes pull every outfit together, so I base my attire off of my shoes. The Roshes are hand-me-downs from my rich sneaker head cousins. We don't talk anymore because of the thing my brother did with them, actually we don't talk to any of our family anymore because of what he did. I have to stop thinking about it, I can't have puffy eyes right before school starts. The shoes are in good condition because I take good care of them. They are all black with pastel colored flowers on them. I knew exactly what outfit to wear with the shoes. I search for the pastel purple crop top and my high waisted shorts. I find them buried under all my winter clothes for some unknown reason. Now I have to do my hair and makeup, my favorite part. I always do a winged eyeliner. I don't really have a reason why I just like it and everybody says it's my "signature look". I curl my hair and then I'm ready to walk out the door. I realize I still have like 30 minutes until I have to leave so I lay in bed and text my best friend Maria.
    All of a sudden I hear the basement door slam against the stair railings and someone stumbling down the stairs. I know exactly who it is.... Tom. Tom is my dad but I don't live him like daughters are supposed to love their dad. Tom is mentally and sexually abusive towards me. "Kara, get your ass up stairs and go eat the tuna salad your brother didn't eat last night!" he screams. "Yes sir!" I say while my voice shakes from fear. It takes me a second to get up because my shoe got caught on my comforter. He slaps me   across the face. *SMACK* "I SAID NOW GOD DAMMIT" he yells even louder than the first time. I jump up and grab my back pack and make a run for it, up the stairs and out the front door. I knew that when I got home I was gonna get it but I didn't think about it now.