I wake up and look to my left at my alarm clock. I woke up 9 minutes earlier than what my alarm was set for. I get up anyways, and walk into my bathroom. I put my hand in the shower and turn the silver knob towards me, releasing a stream of hot water. I take off my clothes and get in. Washing my hair and body. I jump when I hear my alarm go off, I forgot to turn it off. I get out, cutting my shower short.
When I get out, I look into the mirror and a feeling of disgust and hatred surges over my body. I look away and wrap a towel around my body and walk out of the bathroom slamming the door behind me.
I walk back into my bedroom and wrap the towel around my hair and dig around my closet for an outfit to wear. Most of the clothes in my closet are too small, I never wear them but keep them in hopes of being able to fit into them one day.
I put on a teal shirt and some black leggings and put on a black knit scarf. I walk over to my vanity mirror and pick up my brush and brush out my long black hair. While I'm brushing my hair I look at the mirror. I stare at my green eyes.. I hated my eyes, along with everything else on my body. I looked down at my box of makeup, I stopped caring for make up a few months ago, so I don't put any on.
I walk down the stairs leading into my kitchen. I'm hungry... but then I remember what I saw in the mirror this morning... suddenly I'm not hungry anymore.
I look for my mom, who unsurprisingly, still isn't home from wherever she went last night. This is the usual behavior of my mother so I didn't think to much of it.
It's still a little early for school yet so I decide to go back upstairs and straighten up my bedroom really quick so my mom doesn't have a reason to yell at me for later. But knowing her, she'll find a different one.
I finish straightening up my room and start walking to school. Like everyday. I use to get rides to school..before my mom and dad got a divorce.
After my parents got a divorce my whole life went downhill. I started to stop caring about things that ruled my life. I had to quit soccer because my mom couldn't afford the expenses on her own and my mom sold my piano that I loved with a passion for drug money.
My mother would sell anything for drug money, even herself. Mom would sell her body to men she didn't know just satisfy her craving of prescription meds.
When I walked into my school I walked with my head down straight to my locker and grabbed my books and tried to get to my first hour class as quickly as possible without making eye contact with anyone. I got bullied alot. And one wrong move could get me seriously hurt.
I've never bothered telling anyone.. I had no one to tell. I wouldn't tell my mother because she wouldn't listen, let alone do something about it. And I have never told my teachers because I was too embarrassed.
When I got to my class, I said goodmorning to my teacher then sat in my seat which was in the back corner of the classroom. I liked my seat. Nobody could see me back there. The bullies couldn't see me back there.
