Runaway child

1: The beginning

I stare up at the clock, five minutes left. The bad part is I wish the five minutes lasted forever. Before I know it the bell rings. I grunt knowing that they are waiting for me outside the school. I wait for about ten minutes, hoping they will leave. Miss Green eventually makes me leave the room. I walk as slow as I can to try and avoid the impossible. Then I see them, Jen and Samantha.

Jen and Samantha are basically the bullies of our school. Samantha has blond hair and green eyes and everyone at our school adores her apparently even though she's the biggest bitch in the whole school. Jen is basically Samantha's wingman. She's the strong one that will punch you if you even step on her shoe. She's as much of a bitch as Samantha. She has brown hair and brown eyes and as tall as a fucking giraffe.

"Where do you think you're going slut?" Jen scolds. I remain quiet hoping one day they'll ignore me. "Aw is little Dee not talking to us." Samantha states. "How about we teach her a lesson?" As soon as I hear that I go into a full sprint knowing they are one step behind me. I am then pulled back by my backpack and they throw me in the mud that formed from the rain last night. Before I can get one word out I receive a painful black eye from Jen."see ya same time tomorrow slut?" Samantha giggles. I take my time getting up, no use of wasting my energy, I still have a long day to go through. I begin to gingerly walk home taking my time avoiding the next horrible part of my day.

Next thing I know I'm standing in front of my parents apartment. I can already hear them.
"WILSON GET YOUR ASS OFF THE DAMN SOFA AND HELP ME FUCKING CLEAN THIS CRAPY APARTMENT!" I heard my mom scream."HOW ABOUT YOU DO IT YOURSELF YOU LAZY WHORE IM WATCHING THE GOD DAMN GAME!"shouted my dad.

I hesitantly unlock the door. I immediately see all of the rundown furniture and the stained carpets. What always sticks out is that strong, horrible smell. I tried to invite friends over once but they wouldn't even enter cause of the smell the apartment gave off. Then to my left I see the sofa that my dad is sitting on. He's overweight and has a rough beard and a ghastly face that scares the kids that live around here. He's wearing his grey shirt that I'm pretty sure he's been wearing for a week, it has maybe five stains from various meals and drinks. To my right is my mom in the kitchen cleaning the counter even though it will never be actually clean. She's better looking than my dad. She has strait red hair and seems dangerously thin. She has on her apron that she wore to work at the bar downtown. Underneath is a long red dress that seems a little too tight, she's also wearing the creepy makeup she wears, I used to have nightmares about it.

I hurry to my room."DESARAY GO GRAB A FUCKING BEER AND WATCH THE GAME INSTEAD OF BEING IN YOUR ROOM THE WHOLE GOD DAMN DAY!" yelled my dad. I'm able to get into my room before he grabbed me and made me watch the basketball game with him. I lock both locks on my bedroom door wishing it were steel. I go to the bathroom and take a look at the damage from the fight. I look at my blue eyes now bruised and black and my now muddy, red, curly hair. I look at how short I am, my mom used to say I'm a midget, I'm only 5'3 and very often I get made fun of for that reason. My once white shirt now has splashed of brown and other questionable stuff that I won't mention. At least I wore black jeans today so it doesn't show. I wash my face then go and inspect my now muddy backpack. Almost all the papers are ruined. All my homework and my project for Spanish class are wet.

Honestly, How much more of this shit am I going to take, I'm 17, and I'm going to graduate next year. I don't think I can take one more year of this. I only have one friend in English to support me as well but I think she just hangs out with me because none of her friends are there and I don't think she ever listens to me. I once was telling a story but I could tell she wasn't listening so I started to make the story more gruesome. Long story short I got sent to the principals office because the squeamish kid behind me got scared and told the teacher. Just as I start to laugh at the memory I hear my parents start to yell again. 

"Desaray why the hell do you have a fucking black eye?" At least my mom doesn't yell this time. My mom has dinner on the table, dad picks his up and heads back to his seat on the sofa to watch the game. I swear his ass print is probably imprinted on that sofa from being on it every second of the day. I try and come up with the best lie I can think of while I go and sit down at the rocky table. "I fell down the stairs at school that's all" I say trying to put on a fake face. "Well that's a load of crap." scolds my mother. We finish dinner in silence, well until my mom and dad started screaming at each other again. I walk to my room feeling broken, the floor creaking as I walk. I close the door, rest my back on the wall and slide to the floor holding back all my anger and sadness.

That's it.