Your pov:
At the moment I'm at school heading towards my locker to collect my English textbook. "oi y/n, watcha doing?" 'great miss plastic' I thought to myself. I was suddenly whipped around by 'that' "what do you want Kelly, come to pick on me again?" I mumbled under my breath "why, you know me to well!" with that said a loud smack ringed through the hallways turning everyone silent, she smacked you for not paying attention to her. Suddenly laughter came from everyone as I slowly stood back up holding my stinging cheek and fighting back the urge to let the tears spill. "why?" was the only words that came out my mouth before running home.
~time skip to home~
With tears spilling down my face I got to my front door. No one would be home Sf/n would be either out drinking or gambling. The schools gonna phone home for me running out "best get ready for another hit." I whispered to my self before hearing a knock at the door.
A/N
I know this is short sorry I had no ideas
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Why Me?
Teen FictionYour a 14 year old girl with a horrible stepfather. With your mother working abroad for some years, the only person who can save you from yourself is an old childhood friend.
