I woke up with the pain throbbing. The bag was now filled with the warm water. I slowly sat up, grimacing at the pain and shuffled towards my bathroom. I poured out the water and threw away the bag. I looked at my clock, it read 8:05 am. I had 40 minutes to get ready for school. I looked at myself in the mirror. I had swelled up nose and a black eye but nothing worse. I lifted up my shirt and saw the bruises, that cover my lower body.
I wince at that. That's the worst beating I've had in 2 weeks.
I got into the shower and let the hot water soothe my pain. I got out 20 minutes later and go to my closet to pick out my clothes.
My Underarmor hoodie and t-shirt, adidas sweats and my grey Vans.
I know what your thinking, why do I dress like that? Well other than being a straight A student, I'm also a soccer player. I play for the team in the next town because I can never make the tryouts here, cause I guess everyone really must hate me. I'm actually quite good too, I might add.
Anyways I grab my bag full of notebooks and textbooks.
I tiptoe down the stairs and peek around the corner and find that nobody is in there, so I fill up my Gatorade bottle and slip it into my bag. I open up the fridge and grab a apple and chocolate milk.I walk out the door and jog towards the bus stop. As soon as I get there the bus pulls up. Made it just in time. As the bus doors open up, I open up my chocolate milk and take a sip. I let everyone else get on the bus before me. I climb up the steps and take a seat at the back. I munch on my apple and drink chocolate milk while watching out the window.
The bus stopped a few blocks away from the high school. The proper name for the school is Harley Ross High School.
I hopped off the bus and walked towards Hell.AT SCHOOL
I'm walking through the halls full of people. I'm searching the crowds for Ashley, my sister by choice, I finally spot her chocolate brown hair. I call out her name. I spins around and pushes through the crowds of people.
"OMG!!!!! what the fuck happen to your face.?!???" She said
"My dad" is all the said for her to understand.
"You want to sleep at my place tonight"
"Thanks so much, I don't know what I do without you"
"That's true"
RINGGGGG
"Well I got to get to homeroom"
"Me too. See ya later"
"Bye"
I walked to my homeroom
And sat down and pulled up my hood."Welcome to second semester class, I have some good news."
The whole class perked their heads up and the classroom chatter stopped.
A kid stood up. He turned towards the class and I was like 'oh damn'
He had dirty blond hair, dark blue eyes, that were fill with no life and sadness. He wore a muscle shirt and jeans. He definitely worked out. " Hi my name is Hunter, and I just moved here from Bluetooth, BC." He looked at his feet and walked to his seat.He was different.
Maybe he was like me?
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Hey sorry for the really late update.
I just got my horse and I had lots of works to do. I can probably next week sometime.Till next till, Sophie
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