the café ✓

chapter seven♡

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Song: Million Reasons
Artist: Christian Cuevas (cover)
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"Wake the hell up!" My moms screams as she bangs on my door.

"I'm up!" I yell back. She stopped pounding on my door and stormed downstairs.

I put on my undergarments and then I put on leggings and a comfy sweatshirt. I decided to put on black combat boots because it was starting to get colder outside by the week.

I quickly grab my backpack, phone and rush downstairs. I power walk into the kitchen and grab a granola bar and make my way outside.

"That's right! Get the fuck out of here!" My mom yells from the inside. I wince in the pain that she gave me and tears began to stream down my face.

If my mom didn't think I was good enough of a person, then I'm just a useless person living on a planet. But my mother is an alcoholic and doesn't care about much, so I guess it shouldn't affect me.

I couldn't tell if my mascara I put on the night before was watering down my face. Oh well, if people see me as a wreck, then they know to stay the hell away from me. I try to get the statement out of my head and eventually it does.

As I'm walking, I'm think about what my weekend has come too. I almost got raped by Xavier as well as Carter and I stayed in Amber's house and he took me out to ice cream. It wasn't a bad weekend, but almost getting raped was not something I've ever want to experience.

I soon end up at the school, dragging along in the hallways. My first class didn't start until seven twenty, so I had about fifteen minutes to spare. I walk to the cafeteria and pick up a medium sized coffee and walk back to my class.

Mrs. Polly usually lets us bring drinks into her classroom which I enjoy because caffeine leaves me running on a steady stream until school is over. I walk in her classroom and no one else was inside.

"Hey Wren! How are y-" Mrs. Polly said happily until she stopped talking. "You're mascara is running honey."

"Really? I should go take it off. Do you mind watching my stuff?" I question as I begin to leave the room.

"Gladly. I won't mark you as tardy as I gave you my permission," Mrs. Polly said, while taking a seat at her desk. Yeah, she was apart of the elderly but she was a kind woman. Not all elderly teachers were the kindest but I liked Mrs. Polly better than the others.

As I walk to the bathroom, kids were walking in the other direction, heading towards their classes that started soon. The trip to the girls bathroom was long since the history hall was on the other side of the school. Ridiculous, I know.

I enter the bathroom and the first thing I do is look in the mirror. Mrs. Polly was right; I looked terrible. I rip off a cheap, brown, sand-paper like towel, run it under water and start taking off my unpleasant makeup. It was scattered all over my face, and I tried everything to get every little bit of makeup off. The makeup blended with my skin and I looked like I was from a tribe.

A girl entered the bathroom and so, I decided to ask her if she had any makeup wipes.

"Excuse me? Do you have any wipes I could use?" I ask politely. She searched her purse, making sure if she had anything.