Disappear

Chapter 1

America's P.O.V.

I speed walk down the hallway of my school with my long curly brown hair covering most of my face.

"Nerd." Christina, the most popular girl in school, call out. I stop and turn slowly to see her walking towards me.

"Where's my lunch.?" She says and i take the food i pack everyday out of my bag. "H-here." I say in a small voice and she takes it.

"What the hell.!" She yells, looking at the peanut butter and jelly sandwich. "You know i dont like peanut butter and jelly sandwich's. I cant afford to get as fat as you." She spits and i nod.

"T-tomorrow i w-will get it r-right." I stutter and she smirks. She takes the sandwich apart and smashes them agains both my cheeks.

She laughs and i notice people around us laughing too. A tear falls out of my eye and i run to the bathroom, more people laughing as they see me.

I walk into the stall, lock it and sit on the toilet. I sob quietly and take the sandwich off my face.

"Mom." I whisper wiping the peanut butter and jelly with a napkin. "Why does this happen to me.? Why does everything always happen to me.?" I say and sob loudly.

"You deserve all of this." I hear a girl say and i start sobbing silently. "Get out of there now." She says and i quickly wipe my face and stand up.

I unlock the stall and walk out, seeing Christina smirking. "W-what.?" I whisper and go to the sink to wash my face more.

"Its all your fault. You killed your mother and thats why you get deserve this." She says walking closer to me with every word. I stop washing my hands and shake my head.

"N-no." I whisper and she laughs. "You killed her and you know it." She spits and slaps me, making me fall to the floor.

"You should just leave this school or just leave this world. Go die.!" She yells and i wrap my arms around my legs as she walks out.

"It is my fault ma." I sob again. "It will always be my fault." I blame myself all the time for my mothers death. So does my brother and dad.

When i was 7 me and my mom were at the park. I was on the swings laughing and some guy came up to me. He stopped my swing and my mom came running to me.

She tried to get him away from me but he fired his gun and it hit her. He left running and because there was no one in the park, i went everywhere screaming for help.

I cry loud again and go back into the stall and lock it. I take my sharpener out my bag and take a blade off. "I never meant to let this happen to you mom." I whisper and cut my wrists, making them bleed heavily.

I walk into my house and see no one. My brother is probably out and my dad is probably in his room. I sigh and put my stuff down on the kitchen table.

"Anything to eat." I whisper and open the fridge. I sigh again and shake my head. "Nope." I say and grab my stuff, walking to my room.

I have to go grocery shopping again. No one ever goes grocery shopping so i have to do it, and i also have to work to get the money.

I work at a bakery a couple blocks away from my school. I have to go into work every other day from 5 pm to 7 pm. Today i have to go in.

"America.!" My dad calls me from his room. I flop and my bed and sigh. "Yes dad.?" I say politely. "I want food.!" He yells as if its obvious and i sigh again.

"What do you want to eat dad.?" I say and sit up. "Spaghetti.!" He yells and i nod. "Okay." I get up walking out the door.

With all the money i've been saving i was able to get a decent car. I hop into the drivers seat and put the keys in the ignition.