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Tiana's POV

Something soft, yet hard pounded on my head. I raised my arm to stop it, but the force kept coming. Finally, I fluttered my eyes open. I blew my brown and blonde hair out my face. My annoying little sister was beating me with a pillow.

"What the heck do you want?" I groaned.

"Mom said to wake you up. It's a school day." She lifted the pillow to hit me again.

"Sylvia, go away!" I grabbed her arm and pushed her out my room.

Tears welled in her eyes, almost making me feel bad. I guess I could've been nicer. She was only 12, anyway. But then again, she was always bothering me. A person can only take so much.

"I am telling Mom!" she yelled just as I slammed the door in her face.

"Another day, no dollar." I muttered to myself. It was my favorite saying. It was so great that I made it up myself.

I reluctantly made my bed, adjusting the pillows and straightening my sheets. My floral bed pattern was white with pink flowers. My boyfriend, Tyler, called it childish every single time he came over.

Speaking of Tyler, he hadn't called me lately. It'd been a week since I'd last seen him which wasn't a good thing because he lived three blocks down. We didn't go to the same school, though. My best friends and I went to St. Claire's High School, the private school, and Tyler went to Middleton High School, the public school.

I tried to resist, but I couldn't. I picked up my phone and dialed his number.

"Hello?" he answered, his deep voice booming through the phone.

"Hey, stranger. It's been a while." I sat down on the edge of my bed and tapped my foot.

I heard a giggle in the background, a girl's. My heart dropped at the thought that he was cheating on me.

"I'll come over and drive you to school. We can talk." He spoke louder as if he were trying to cover up the giggling.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, "Okay."

The phone clicked when he hung up and I lost all motivation to go to school.

My phone beeped with a text from Miley.

Miley: U best b up, bxtch

Oh, Miles, how I loved your morning texts. I typed a quick reply, and reluctantly ventured forth into my bathroom. I knew she wouldn't let me skip school.

My bathroom was in my room, so I didn't have to worry about running down the hall in my bath towel after a shower.

I turned the water faucet to hot and stripped from my clothes as the water warmed. Looking at my naked body, I frowned. There was a scar on my right hip. My green eyes turned gray.

The tires screeched as they stopped. I raced out of the car, into the wet world. Something sharp slid against my hip. I held the area as the blood started to gush out. This wasn't about me. I needed to help him.

The sound of the water coming out the shower head interrupted my thoughts. I needed to stop thinking about it, but it haunted me forever. It was something so dark that I could never tell anyone.

I concentrated on washing myself. I rubbed the soap on my towel, and ran it over my body. I went as fast as I could. I had wasted enough time already.

I turned the water off and rushed to get dressed, not even putting lotion on. I put on my school uniform. It was simple, and I didn't have time to think of something better.