Challenge :A.C.M:

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This story different from my others in a way that the lead girl is a lot different and it'll start to be revealed the problems she has and what not.

:griffin:

"Griffin" My mom mumbles from behind my door, and I sigh, my kitten curling her body closer to mine. My door creaks open and I feel the bed dip near my feet "I got your school books for tomorrow" She says, her voice light, much like it has been for the past I don't even know how many years.

"I don't see why you're making me go" I grumble, my voice stern, but quiet.

"Because, Richard said it'd be good for you" She reaches her hand out to touch me, but I flinch away by habit.

"I don't care what Richard says, he doesn't know what he's talking about"

"Yes he does! You're going to school tomorrow, and that's final" She raises her voice, storming out of my room.

For the past, eight, maybe nine years I've been home schooled. I don't necessarily enjoy home schooling, but I don't necessarily miss public school either. I like being in the comfort of my own home at all hours of the day. I like being alone with a webcam, talking one-on-one with my tutor. But apparently Richard thinks it's a good idea for me to learn 'social skills' as if I don't already have them.

I turn over onto my back, looking up at my ceiling that's illuminated by the tiny lights hanging across my room.

"It's dinner time!" My mom yells from downstairs, and I sit up in my bed, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed and standing on my feet, walking from my room, down to the dining room.

I sit down in my seat, my mom placing a plate of meat and vegetables in front of me, handing me a fork. I rest my head on my hand and sigh poking at the potatoes and carrots on my plate. My mom sits down in front of me, and starts to eat her food, frowning when she sees I'm not eating.

"Eat"

"I am" I huff, shoveling a carrot into my mouth and she rolls her eyes.

"If you're doing this to make me change my mind, I'm not going to"

"I'm not doing it to change your mind" I snap "I'm just not hungry"

"Don't get pissy with me young lady" She points a stern finger at me.

"I'm not" I push my chair from the table harshly, tossing my plate into the sink and storming up to my room, flopping onto my bed.

I run my hand along my kittens back, a meow coming from his mouth before he begins to purr. He moves to lay on my chest, rubbing his face along my jawline.

I wonder what it's like to be a cat?

***

"It's time to get up for school" My mom pounds on my door, and I clench my jaw, rolling out of bed and putting on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I slide on a pair of vans and grab a pencil, the textbooks my mom got me and a notebook, walking down the steps to grab my car keys.

I get into my car and climb into the front seat, driving to the shittiest place on earth. When I get there, I park on the street, walking through the front door and my arms immediately wrap around my body avoiding the touches of others.

I walk through my schedule so that I can find all of my classes throughout the day and I walk to my locker putting my stuff away. I walk to my first class, seeing no one except the teacher in the room.

"Hello, you must be Griffin" He smiles, holding out his hand. I awkwardly stare at it, and wrap my arms around myself and he awkwardly drops his hand "I'm Mr. Witler"

"Nice to meet you" I mumble.

"You can sit in the back of the room, all the seats in the back row are empty" He points along the back row. I just nod, and walk to the back, sitting in the seat in the back corner, closest to the window for when I decide I want to zone out.

I cross my arms on the desk and rest my forehead on them, sighing to myself. I hate this. I don't want to be here. Fuck my mom. Fuck Richard and his dumb ass ideas. But, most of all, fuck this place.

People begin to file into the class and when the bell rings I sit up and lean against the back of the seat, the teacher walking to the front of the classroom.

"Good morning" Mr. Witler says, pulling out a packet, he looks all around the room, checking off on the packet "So, I'm guessing because Austin came yesterday he won't be here for another week?" He chuckles, and the class nods.

He goes on teaching and I hardly pay attention and before I know it I'm in the crowded cafeteria, looking for somewhere I can sit alone. When I don't find anywhere I want to be, I walk out to my car and sit in the front seat, leaning the seat back.

I hear people yelling from across the parking lot and I look up to see 4 guys goofing off by someone's BMW. I roll my eyes at their annoying behavior and set an alarm for 30 minutes, leaning back to take a short nap.