" GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST BITCH!!" I woke up to the lovely sound of my mother yelling at me. I decided to get up and make her breakfast before she did something to me.
I made my way down to the kitchen and made eggs, bacon, and toast for my mother but nothing for me. I then headed up stairs to my room to put on my clothes. As I made my way down stairs I heard a plate smash against the floor. Oh no, I thought, this can't be good. I slowly turned to corner and there stood my mother fuming at the sight at her feet. All the food I had just made for her lays barren at her feet. Her head came swiftly up when she heard me approach.
"YOU," she yelled. " YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!! YOU TOOK SOME OF THE FOOD DIDN'T YOU!!" I stared in horror at the woman facing me. She had told me time and time again that I was not allowed to have any of her food.
I shook my head vigorously. I had not had a single taste of her food, but she was not excepting that answer. She grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the refrigerator, which made me yelp in pain. She then repeatedly kicked me in the stomach multiple times. One, two, three, four, five....... until I lost count. She suddenly stopped and looked at me with a disgusted look on her face.
"Clean up this mess and go to school. We can't have people asking question when we just arrived, now can we?" I shook my head no over and over again until she left. I picked up the broken dish and food she dropped placing it all in the garbage. I then took my book-bag and headed out the door.
The walk was peaceful and quiet unlike this mornings event. My stomach was purple and swollen form my mother's rage and I had a slight headache from when she slammed my head. This was a daily routine between me and my mother ever since my father left us. Oh well, I thought, none of this would happen without a reason.My mind has always wanted to have a believe that the world is a better place than it is. I, myself, know better because if you only see the good in people then it turn into something else.
I come out of though when I see the building that is before me. I groan under my slow make my way forward. I see the sea of people dividing into groups and start talking.
This is going to be a GREAT first day of school.
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