Bobbi's pov
"Bobbi Fay Norman why in the hell were you so late." My dad screamed.
I didn't know what to say. But I couldn't lie anymore.
Soon mom came downstairs to join the fun.
"I- I got a detention." I muttered biting my lip.
I see my dad's face turning a fury red. My mom's face scrunched up, giving me that disgusted look again.
"Speak up, don't be a coward. Where were you?" She hissed.
"I got a detention."
"Do you realize this could ruin your chance to go to Harvard." My dad snapped.
But I don't want to go to Harvard.
"Yes dad." I muttered.
"Speak up and give me your phone.You're grounded." My mom snapped.
I slowly pulled out my phone and gave it to her.
"Why did you get it?"
I looked down ashamed to look at them.
"Answer the damn question Bobbi what did you to to get the detention ." My dad snapped again causing me gasp.
"Well I kind of-
"You know what I don't want to listen to your pathetic excuse go to your room and when dinner is ready you can eat dinner in your room and don't forget what I showed you." My mom stated.
'Yes ma'm."
As I stumbled into my room. I feel tears rushing down my face.
I wish I could disappear now. No one would care. I wouldn't be a bother to them. They wouldn't have to waist their voice on me. Espically my parents.
They hate you now Bobbi. Because you had to get involved with the bad boy.they hate you so much!
"Shut up!" I cried.
You know its true Bobbi. You're such a disgrace to the family now.
I slowly went to the bathroom, knowing that I had to do what my mom taught me.
After I finished, I slowly crawled into my bed and started to cry again wishing that I would've had the day I planned it would be.
Josh's pov.
I was getting nervous. Bobbi never texted me back or answered my calls. I slowly opened my window and threw a small pebble at her window.
No response.
I threw a pencil since it was the first thing I spotted.
No response.
Next thing you know I threw one of my textbooks.
Still no response.
Alright what the hell is going on.
I hopped on to the tree between our houses and started tapping on her window.
At this point I was getting irritated. I slowly opened up the window and stepped inside.
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The Troubled Ones
Teen Fiction"We're all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that's all."-The Breakfast Club ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A girl that doesn't eat, a boy that cuts.
