💕Emily's POV💕
"Emily! Get your butt out of bed! College starts in a week, and if we don't get on that plane, you'll
never make it to London on time." "Huh," I mumbled just opening my eyes from a clouded dream
where a lady was yelling about me going to London... College, something. "EMILY ELIZABETH
WILLIAMSON! I said get down here NOW!" Uh oh, I think that "dream" just became reality. I
stumbled over to the mirror and ran a brush through my greasy, poop brown, dull hair and
applied-- You guessed it. Zero amount of makeup to my pale face and dark brown eyes. My nose
was miniature, my eyebrows were almost invisible, and I questioned if I had eyelashes or not. I
weighed a not so shocking 100 lbs. I was 5"10, so pretty tall you could say, but you could also say
I'm the ugliest of them all. "If you're not down here in 5 seconds young lady, I'll whack your head
off of that, whatever you have, that "body." Could a teenage girl get any sleep? There's my step
mom for you. After my dad died, she turned evil. A sinister, vengeful, monster. She had some
serious anger issues. She kept a pillow to punch, sometimes I wouldn't come home and she'd
never notice. I miss my father so much, and when he divorced my mom, my heart was shattered.
He never wanted to see her again, so he made us to move to another country. He hated her that
much. We used to live in Canada, but now we're here. "You little brat, I'm going to throw you out
of my house. That can be checked off already, I thought to myself. I practically ran downstairs
with all of my clothes which consisted of a couple T-shirts, a few pairs of jeans, two pairs of
shorts, a pair of run down shoes, and zero makeup, zero money, zero accessories, zero anything
other than needs. "Um, Ms. Stephanie?" "What do you want you little idiot?" "Could I-I have some
money for things at college?" "NO! How dare you ask me for money!" "Ouch!" I felt the aching
pain slap my skin. Her boot had left a bruise on my thigh, and I was cowering in fear under the
counter. "What do you say when we go to the doctor?!" "I-I f-fell down some uh, s-stairs."
"You stupid idiot! No stuttering!" "Y-yes ma'am." I felt the salty tears roll down my already ugly
cheeks and felt another sharp pain in my back. "Get up! We're gonna be late!" I stumbled out to
the car, my eyes were bloodshot and fearful, afraid she would slam me into the car. "Get in you
worthless human!" At that moment in time, for the first time, I kind of believed her.
"You should be glad I took time out of my day to drive you so you could go to some college for
losers." "W-why do you care? All you would do was lock me in my room and kick and punch me
anyways." After the words had escaped my mouth like little free balloons, I knew I made the
wrong move. I saw her cheeks turn red and I covered my face. "YOU DONT TALK TO ME THAT
WAY YOUNG LADY!" I felt the searing pain in my cheek and the tasted the blood in my lip.
"YOU NEVER TALK OF ME HURTING YOU AT ALL, EVER!" I was so scared and I felt the car
jolt to a stop. "You know what, you can walk there and be late. I don't even want you, I can't
even believe somehow you made enough money to go a dang little college. Walk your lazy butt
there if you want it so badly." With that, she sped off and I felt my jaw tightening, trying to hold
back tears. Good thing she was an hour ahead, she didn't know it left at 6, not 5. Maybe I would
make it. I would never dare to correct her about that, she hates when she's corrected. Let me
restate that, she hates everything except money. I reached the tall glass windows of the airport,
and I saw my plane slowly pulling out. "Wait! Wait!" I waved my arms in the air rushing to the
black opening to boards the plane, threw my boarding ticket to the lady, and when I finally
reached the door to board on...
