My Perfect Story

Ch. 3- Perfect family

I run up the stairs and out the doors. The office is right next to the doors so I wasn't surprised when they gasped to see a student still in the school after hours. I run all the way home not stopping. Ignoring all the air going straight to my vagina. I flip out my phone. I turn on the screen. It's 3:37 school ends at 3. Wow that was alot faster than last time. Suddenly disgusted at myself for thinking that I stop at the end of the block. I look at the street names. Where am I? I mumble close to tears. I look down I don't care. I just run straight....
HOOOOOOONNNNKKK
almost into a car. I scream as it was inches away from me and blew up my skirt. I pulled it down in time. I ran the next block made a turn and another until I somehow came to my abandoned house. No one else came in there except me. I climbed through the basement window and made my way to my "bedroom". It was empty except for a crusty bed that might be from the 1900's I go straight to my second loose floorboard and pry it open. I grab a boyshorts underwear and out it on. Much better. I floped down on the bed and smiled for a bit. No one came in here because they thought it was haunted. It really wasn't I spread that rumor and since I'm a nobody no body traced it back to me. Well about the nobody part. I'm actually really popular in school. I'm just pretending. It's not hard. I'm so empty inside. I feel a hollow hole in my chest and it hurts. My eyes swell with tears as I had just been raped again by my evil English teacher. I start to cry silently. Tear after tear call from my eyes and make a silent plop! To the ground. I pull out my phone and call Erin. She knows all about Mr. Webber. Riiiinngg. Please answer please answer. Riiiiinnggg. Please Oh my god please. Riiiin- "hello?
Oh no Anna did he do it again?"
I burst out crying loudly and she said on my way. Still on the phone I hear the door open and her yell "MOM I'LL BE RIGHT BACK IM GOING TO ANNA'S HOUSE." Lucky her. She had a mom. Mine dissapered when I was ten. I still remember it.
" I'll be back soon honey,I promise." Her eyes were hazel, her smile easy, flawless bouncy curly hair that I would love to wrap my fingers around. That was the last time I saw her. I felt bitter to think of this now. I felt even worse to let myself cry. I don't cry. I dont let myself do that. My dad did. He cried most nights after that. But it was soon replaced with a bottle in his hand. I had seen my dad go from a happy, jolly even dad to a shameful drunk. He didn't care if I was at home at five in the morning or dead. He never cared.

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Tell me if this is good
Plz nothing mean on purpose
Should I make the next chapter?
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