(Annie's P.O.V)
"What about school?" I asked as soon as my dad was done yelling.
"We'll find a new one when we move." He sighed.
"Why do you even care about school?" He asked, more to himself.
"I mean, it's not like it's gonna get you anywhere in life." I hated the sound of my father's voice. Old and raspy from age and smoking. He actually wasn't that old though, only in his late thirties.
I didn't answer him, knowing he wasn't really even talking to me. He told me again to go pack up my stuff and to hurry, because we were leaving in a few hours. I guess he already called my now former school, because they didn't call to ask why I was absent.
I scurried up to my room and pulled out my navy blue suitcase from under my bed. I began packing the small amount of clothes I had, along with everything else. By the time I was done, I had filled up about five boxes full of my things. We weren't poor, we just didn't have money to burn. After I was done taking my boxes downstairs, my dad called me into the living room.
"Annie!!!" He screeched. I winced at his tone, but I was glad that he didn't use my full name like he did this morning.
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Broken
Teen FictionAnnie Casey is a 14-year old girl. She lives a normal life, or so people think. At home, she is abused by her father. And it's not just some slaps across the face, it's big time pain. When Annie and her father move to a new state, she has to start h...
