she will be loved ~m.g.~ {COMPLETED}

one

"You are such a disgrace to the family!" my mother shouts to me while my father slaps my face multiple times.

"I'm sorry I don't have higher grades! At least I try!" I yell, tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"A 99% isn't enough to be the best!" my father shouts back. He pushes me to the ground and leaves the room with my mother.

Oh, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Emily Silver. I'm 15 years old, I live in America, and if you couldn't already tell, I'm an abused teen. I try so hard to prove myself to my parents but they never accept it. I have no friends and I go to school miserable every day.

I rush to my bedroom and slam the door. My pink pillow stares at me before I sink my face into it and start sobbing. This is my life. Wake up, school, abuse, cry, sleep. Over and over. My parents expect me to be exactly like they were, super smart, get awesome academic awards, and graduate when I am 16 years old because of grade skipping. Guess what? I haven't skipped grades, and I'm not the smartest. They are so disappointed in me, and I can't exactly prove myself to them.

By the time I finish crying, it's already 10:30 PM, and at that point, I just fall asleep. Yes, I fell asleep in regular clothes.

The next morning I change into a black crop top (not super cropped but enough to see part of belly-button) and leggings. I don't even bother to put makeup on, because what's the point. I tie my hair into a messy bun and put on some sneakers.

My parents have already left when I wake up, so I don't get abused in the morning. I eat some cereal and an apple before grabbing my backpack and rushing out the door to catch my bus.

As I'm running, I see a moving van parked a few houses away from mine. I wonder if there will be any kids my age that live there now.

I arrive at the end of the street just as the bus stops there. While finding a seat on the bus, I hear whispers. Something about new kids. I ignore them. All of the sudden, I see two blonde boys get on the bus. Twins I think. One of them walks in my direction.

"Hi. I'm new. Can I sit here?" he asks.

"Of course," I reply and scoot over a bit. "My name is Emily by the way."

The blonde boy sits down, looks into my eyes, and smiles. "My name is Martinus."

A/N

Okay so my first chapter is a little crappy but it'll get better, I swear! I'm going to try posting one a week, but no promises. This will probably be the book I work on for a long time and I may make sequels depending on where this book goes. I get a lot of my ideas from the real world, so I may use real-life situations for chapters. 

That's all for now.

~Hannah