"Get your ass up Angie!" My mother screamed in my ear. I winced when she pinched my arm as she walked out muttering, ' Stupid, unworthy daughter.'
Your probably wondering what that was about, well I was what is considerrd to be an accident i suppose. She's always told me I'm worth so much as a paper bag. Now do I take that as an insult? Lil bit, but being called names is the least of my worries.
My mother has hated my since I was three years old. Why? I have no idea...That's when the abusing started, around after my dad passed away from colon cancer.
I let out a sigh as i began to get on my feet, slowly getting up. The pain in my back from my recent 'beating' was throbbing like crazy.
I strip off my clothes, and turn on the water to as hot as possible to hopefully unravel the knots in my back. As soon as the water hit my skin I feel myself relax for a split second.
"Angie get out of the shower! Your using up all the hot water God dammit!" My mom yelled slamming her fists on the door.
I huffed before quickly washing myself and jump out of the shower, sprinting to my room.
Once I was finished getting dressed, I ran out the door to the bus stop so I wouldn't miss it. With a bit of luck, I arrived just as it pulled up.
Hopping on, I ignored all the stares I got. I was used to it. Most people think of me as the mysterious and what not. The boys leave me alone, the girls walk on the opposite side of the hallway. I never minded this though, being alone for the most part gave me a bit of satisfaction.
I had one friend out of the whole entire school, who I trusted completely with all my secrets, her name is Riley Millers. No one knew I was abused, I just tend to keep things to myself.
Once we arrived I saw Riley waiting for me.
"Hey Angie! How was your morning?" I smiled at her sarcasm.
"Same old, same old." I repiled running my hand through my hair. Sadness came over her as she wrapped her strong arms around me. "If you ever need anything Ang..." She murmured.
I pulled away, placing a hand on her ahoukder. "I know. Riley." I say as she hooks her arm in mine
We walked down the hall way, being pushed and stepped on by all the rude teenagers. When I turned to say something about it to Riley, I felt my body crash into something hard.
I whipped my head up to see what it was.
It wasnt a what, it was a who. Mason Carter. The 'bad boy' in the school. The guy who I guess has already slept with more than half the girls here. Which contains around nine-hundred kids. Yah... He gets around.
"Hey watch where your going." He growled. I looked at him with a smug look.
"Ha why don't you watch yourself. Bad boy." I growled. He looked at me in shock, like he didn't expect me to respond. His faced turned from 'what the hell'? to a smirk. He grabbed my shoulders and half shoved me to the side.
"Mmm. You've got a mouth on you. Do I know you? Oh, oh, oh! Your Ariel!" He said with his smirk still plastered on his face. Even though I hated his guts, I still find him a bit attractive. His dark brown hair, green eyes, and very toned body. Very toned.
God would id like to do with- never mind shut up Ang.
I rolled my eyes. "Angie" I muttered. I tried to walk away. But his arm looped around my waist pulling me back to him. I winced, I had a bruise there from a week ago.
"Aren't you going to take the chance to check me out while you can?" Mason asked. I rolled my eyes.
"Don't flatter yourself, Pretty boy." I scoffed. Ripping out of his grasp. Anger, and what looks like eagerness sweped over his face. I shrugged my shoulders and walked away.
I could feel his eyes burning In to my back with as I walked away chuckling to myself.
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