I wake up to the sound of people screaming. I run downstairs to see what's going on. "You're so pathetic I don't know why I married you," I heard my dad say.
"You call me pathetic you're the one
coming home drunk or other wise you come home late I hate you." Responded my mother. At the sound of a slap I shrunk away not wanting too see what is going I hide in the corner of my room and put my hands on my ears, not wanting too hear this all over again.This is not the first time it's happened but I just can't accept the fact that my father turned out like this. Whatever happened you asked well it started in my first day in 8th grade....
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"Abby, wake up my darling it's your first day of eight grade", I heard my dad's voice and felt his hands brushing hair out of my face. "No let me sleep, I don't want too go to school, I wanna stay home," I tried too make it sound like I usually talk but instead it came out all muffled and crooked.
"Well hunny if you don't get up I'm taking all your electronics away, how would you like that?" I snap my head up and looked at his face, with hair in my face I couldn't see much of his feature but I can tell he was serious. I groaned and dragged myself too my bathroom.
I stand in front of the mirror and looked at my face and screamed as I stumbled back, I heard running up the stairs a few seconds later dad barged into the bathroom and looked at me laying on the floor, " Oh, Abigale what am I going too do with you?" I smiled and got up off the floor.
"I don't know dad, why don't you tell me?" He chuckled and went out the bathroom and then I was left alone too get ready.
30 minutes later♡♡♡
I took one look at myself in the mirror, and smiles at least I made an effort for the first day of hell right? My outfit concluded of short wash blue jeans, a pink shirt a little red flower at the left, white and gold Adidas superstars with my signature black leather jacket, my nails I got done yesterday aome were white and two of them were white with little black swirls around.
I took another look In the mirror again and was definitely approved, I'm happy.
I go down stairs and instantly my nostrils are filled with the smell of bacon and fried eggs. "Hmm, yum my favorite, thanks mom" I said as I see her standing in front of the stove, oh how I love her. Me and mum have nothing alike except I have her refined body and her beautiful ocean blue eyes and her dark blonde hair while after that I share all my dad's genes, his snarky comments, his smirk, but those things also get me in trouble, a lot.
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Love Connection (My Bad Boy Crush)
RomanceAbigale Patricia has had a hard life. Her past has been haunting her everywhere she goes. When she moves too a new town she meets a mysterious boy at her new school but problem is she has trust problems because of how much people has betrayed her wh...