My Life that's Hidden

As the days go on

 

I woke up to the beeping sound of my alarm clock. I wanted to just go back to sleep but didn't want the consequence of doing so from my father who is very abbusive. Instead I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. As usual I put on skinny jeans, sneakers and a jacket.

Walking down the stairs siting there was my drunk dad as usual. As for my mother well shes in heavan and I wish I could be there right now. I hate being here. As I walk to school hungry from not eating anything because the lack of food in my house im used to it.

Dreading getting to school because of the comments I go in anyways. As I find my seat I can already see the discust on there faces. There looking at me like im a sore thumb. I can tell this day is going to go worse than yesterday.

As the bell rang and I get out of my seat Veronica says to me, " Well look what the cat dragged in seriously where do you get your clothes the trash can?' Tho her words peirce me I know that if i don't walk away more words wil come the stap me in the heart. If I say anything there will draw attention and things will get physical and by physical I meen a slap or two in the face and I can say just good bye to my bag. So i walk away.

During lunch it was discusting as usual and there was no one to sit by because I am friendless. So I sat in the corner and tryed to eat the half decent parts of the spagetti lunch but all I could manage to eat was the apple which waan't the best eiather. As I am walking to dump my tray Brandon the most popular guy in school walkes over to me and tell me to watch out. I stand there puzzled and all of the sudden he trppes me and I fall over the milk container that holds all of the left over milk.

When I fall all I can hear is the laughter. A tear starts rolling down my face I want to run away and never come back but my brother needs me I can't leave him with an alcoholic of a dad and no mother. So I get up and dump my tray and walk to the nurses office and say im sick so that I can leave school. My dad oks it because he doesn't quite care what I do. As im walking home I get a text from Noah that is also popular and it says: "why don't you just kill yourslef if you can't face your problems?" I just can't take it anymore I go home and search threw the drawer and find the razor blade and take the it  up stairs.

When I get upstairs i can finally cry. As I cry I slowly cut threw a stuffed bear and inside I find $100 that my mom had left me I decide thats a start. I now have much planning to do.

  I come down the stairs quietly because my fathers  sleeping and have to leave to pick up my brother cade. As I pull up to the school I can see the hurd might I say of chldren coming out of the door. Trying to spot out my brother I notice that there is a car coming up behind me. I suddenly faintly reconize the car and as it comes closer my heart beats faster. It was my father.

As he pulls up to a stop right behind my car adn he is getting out I finally spot my brother. I can see the fear in his face. My father tells me to roll down the window so I do as I am told knowing what was coming. He looked at me and said " don't you ever steal from me again" not even understanding what he said and while trying to comprehend he smackes me right in the face. I felt a strong burning feeling and then he walked away.

My brother was walking up to the car asking me if I was ok. I was trying to hold me tears back and said " Im just fine how was your day at school?' "oh it was ok" he said I could tell he was hiding something. "what happened"  " well" he says "I got a detention at school today and I have to serve it tomorrow" "why did you get a detention" I ask "I got a detention because i didn't get any of my homework done" he says quietly. "When you get home I will make sure you  get it done thats important." I say exiting the car.
Am I being to strict? I don't know what to do with him. He is now getting detentions? I can't let him go down the wrong road . It was like  I am his mom I can't fail at tht. Can i? I meen its not really my job anyways but it is to me.