Runaway To The Pitch

Chapter 1

I'm scrolling through my sister's bunch of messages at my phone.

Xandy- Abby you need to come home mum is getting furious!

Xandy- Abby please.

(Etc.)

"Abby!" My friend Mason yells.

I snap to look him and suddenly a ball is about to approach me. But I have skills, I receive the ball and juggle it several times before gently putting it to the ground.

"Nicely done." Mason claps with my other guy friends.

"That's the last time Mason!" I scold.

"Why would you be so pissed? That was impressive." He glides to me. "Not impressive enough." He mumbles as he takes the ball from me.

"Like you're impressive." I fire back.

He boys are all like woah to what I said. I just giggle at them.

**phone rings**

"Hello?" Me.

"Abby! Come home quick! Mum is on fire right now please." My sister cries.

I roll my eyes and hang up the phone.

"I gotta head home." I say to them.

"Why?" Mason asks.

"My mum." I sigh.

"Oh. Well, we need to go home too guys. Let's just call it off today." He announces and the other guys agree. "We can accompany you."

They walk me home and as we are in front , we can hear my mum roars in the house.

"Uhm.. You walk from here right?" Mason nervously ask.

"Uh yea." I mutter.

Then after a snap, they run away. Gays.

I casually walk inside the house even if my mother is going nuts.

"Share have you been?!" She scolds.

"At the field mother." I roll my eyes at her.

"Again? With those filthy boys out there!" She griefs. "Abby when will you start acting like a lady? Look at the neighbors daughter."

"What tiffany? That? Mum you've got to be kidding me." I chuckle.

"But she is a lot better that you!"

That caught me by surprise, I want to tear up. She is comparing me to a child that is not hers.

"Abby. Stop hanging around with those boys and start being with your own." She griefs.

"No!" I decide to speak up. Some one has to.

Then her hand slaps me hard and I fell to the ground. She frustratingly walks out of the room and I cry at the pain. It's the first time she hits me.

She hit me hard too.

I storm into my room. I slam the door shut, I slammed it loud enough for the whole house to hear.

"YOU SLAM THAT DOOR ONE MORE TIME, YOU'LL GET IT!!" my mother roars at me. Even though she can't see me I flip off at her.

Im an emotional person. I cried to my room all night. I didn't even had dinner.

My mum, she's a monster. I can't bear this. I have to do to this.

I grab a bag and hurriedly put my clothes in it. It's not even folded properly.