My Little Delinquent

Bitch 1

I love meeting new people; I think everyone has a story to tell. We should all listen sometimes.

-Kim Smith

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Athena's POV

After a long night of tossing and turning, I finally get out of bed and change. While I'm getting dressed I think about my conversation with Asher yesterday. In a way, we were both the same. We both have a dead parent and we both hold onto items of our lost loved ones.

I spent all of last night crying my eyes out. After Asher asked me what my memory was all I could think about was seeing my mom die, all her legacy had been burnt and all that was left was her favourite guitar. When I finally got to sleep the memories followed me into my dreams turning them into nightmares. It had been months since I'd had a nightmare and all it took was one conversation to change all of that.

Once I was dressed in my version of the school uniform, I applied some eyeliner and lip gloss to cover all remnants of last night's break down. Sighing I dragged a hand through my hair and yawned. I was so tired it was unbelievable, there was also the fact that I'd missed breakfast so I was tired and hungry. And that makes me slightly pissed off. Okay more than slightly but as long as nobody talks to me I'll be fine.

Ten minutes later Billy shows up to take me to my first class. I don't talk to him and he doesn't try to start a conversation with me and from the way he keeps glancing at me I can tell he knows there's something up.

When we finally turn up to my first lesson which is English, I inwardly groan. Currently I am sat at the back of the class full of unpredictable, annoying and stupid students. Since the teacher hasn't made an appearance yet the students look as if they are about to riot.

I glance around the room and see there are only a few people not actually screaming at the top of their lungs. Those being me, Jax and Asher and a pink haired girl in the corner of the room. Getting a head ache from all the noise, I plug my head phones in and listen to Hey Jude by The Beatles. I lay my head on the desk and slowly drift off.

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"Hey Munchkin." I smile happy that today was one of her good days. My mom grins as I slip into her bedroom. I hate the fact that I have to sneak around my own house but if Dad finds me in here without his permission he'll literally kill me.

"Hi Mommy." She weakly pats the bed beside her and I kick of my shoes and slide in the sheets next to her. "How are you Munchkin?" She asks stroking my hair like she always did when I was younger.

I hug her. "Everything's fine Mom. How about you, are you feeling okay?" She stops stroking my hair and lifts my chin up with her skinny fingers. I can practically feel the bone through the thin layer of skin covering them. She gasps when she sees my face and I turn away quickly.

"Baby, oh my lord. What happened?"

"I got hit in the face with a dodgeball at school." I say, hating the lie that passes through my lips. I hated to lie, it was a quality I absolutely hated in anyone. I try to lie as little as possible but when it comes to my 'accidents' I have to, especially to mom. She's slowly dying and if I told her the truth about what happens downstairs when dad's in a bad mood, it could break her and she'd hate me. I never want that. So, I lie.

"Again Munchkin? I think your accident prone." She laughs quietly but it changes into a painful cough. I sit up and get her some water. She takes a small sip before handing it back and smiling.