Chapter 3:
I walked in the front door, still a little frazzled from the whole event with Travis. How could I not know how we knew eachother.
"Who was that?" I heard Aunt Shelby ask.
Oh shit.
"What do you mean?" I asked her as I set my backpack by the dront foor stoool.
"You know exactally what I mean. Now, I can either get an answer out of you willingly, or by froce,"
I met her piercing light eyes that had true honesty.
"A guy from school met me at the library. Then he gave me a ride home," I stated. This was...almost true.
"Now, Ass. I know you're lying. How much did he pay you?" she asked and put her long light hiar into a ponytail.
"What do you mean?" I asked. Why would he pay me for a ride?
"I know you were whoring around with him. How much did he pay you?" she demanded and walked over from the living room window to me.
She thought...me and Travis...oh god no!
"I would never sleep with him! Are you kidding me?" I asked. That was a bad move.
"The hell you didn't! All you do is fuck up! You being born was a fuck up! Go make dinner while I search your bags for money!" she demanded.
I looked at the backpack and I knew she would look there first. She grabbed it, but I ripped it out of her hands.
"The money isnt in there! It's...right here," I said and pulled out a $20 I got from walking a neighbors dog a few weeks ago.
She glared at me. "Twenty dollars? You cheep slut! Go to your room! I'm ordering pizza for me. I don't want to see your face for the rest of the night!"
I took my backpack with me upstairs. It was going to be a long night.
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Travis wasn't at school, and, to tell you the truth, I was a little upset about it.
The principals office went well though. I only got 4 days community survice starting next week.
The weekend had finally come, and I was excited, considering Shelby was going out of town untill Sunday night.
I hadn't thought of what I wanted to do untill the principalmeantioned me disspaointing my mom, who he thought was Shelby.
I was raged, knowing that if I had to choose, she wouldn't be the mother I wanted.
But I would wait to find Martha once again. I wanted to enjoy a weekend by myrself, for once.
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