•Telayna•
"Why is the brat whining?" Caren spoke viciously above me. As I tried to sit up, she pressed her foot against my chest.
"Stay on the ground, rat."
She shoved me down and waltzed away, Ryan Macnamara in her arm.
I stood up, and brushed myself off. My skirt was a mess, and my sweatshirt was all bunched up.
I felt a breeze as someone whizzed past me. I opened my eyes to see the doors left wide open. I rolled my eyes as I grabbed my bags and started towards the doors.
My phone rang, as it was my mother. She was probably wondering where I was. As I told her I was in Drama club. When really, I was getting beaten up.
I ran into the bathroom to wash the dirt and shit off of my face. Continuing to reach into my bag, I grabbed the concealer and foundation. As I caked that on over my bruised and scratches, a tear rolled down my cheek.
No. I couldn't cry. I had to be strong.
"Stay strong Layna. You've done this for the past three years. It's senior year. You can survive for three more months."
I wiped the tears away and packed my things, then proceeded to head to my mom's car.
