Mr. Caniff

Chapter 1

(Still Kayla's POV)

"Get down here you ugly bitch! You're going to be late!" My mom screamed.

I hated her. Truly hated her. Sure she was my mom, but that's just a name and clearly with her life "problems" she will never live up to that name.

I took cover up and covered up the scars on my wrists a little so they weren't so noticeable. I hated when people stared at them. And then get this, they have the freaking nerve to ask why I have them... And then tell me to stop! Like wow, great, you didn't help shit obviously. And one, it's none of your business why I have them. And two, do you really think telling me to stop will make me? Hah, no.

I ran down the stairs as quickly as I could. My so to be called mom was in the kitchen drinking. In the morning. Of course.

"Get outside you slut. The bus is going to be waiting for you if you don't get yourself moving."

I held back tears. I should be used to getting called those names by now... But it still hurts.

I walked outside. I saw my friend walking to my house and decided to meet her half way.

I sighed. "Hey," I greeted her.

"Hey babes, ready to go back to this hell hole?" Angela said putting a hand gun to her head and pulling the "trigger".

"It's better then having to deal with the queen bitch I live with," I said sarcastically.

She sighed and didn't reply. This was Angela. She's very outgoing and a fun person. But when she's sorry she doesn't say much. Same with when she's upset or mad. But you can always tell her emotion.

She was so pretty. I was always jealous of her. Long blonde hair and blue eyes. Clear skin and the perfect amount of freckles scattered across her nose. There's always a bunch of guys drooling over her but she claims she doesn't want the drama of a boyfriend. So she stays single.

I on the other hand would love to be loved and know someone actually cares about me like that. But I'm not perfect. I have long brown hair which I hate. My mom usually tells me it's ugly and to just shave it all off. But I don't want to be bald. I have green eyes. I like them. That's my only quality I have that I actually like. I don't have many freckles only a few. I have some ache and that's the main reason I wear some makeup. Just the simple things though (eye liner, mascara, cover up, blush).

I don't like to dress up but I also don't like dressing down. Since we live in California it's usually always hot. So most of the time I wear a pair of high wasted shorts and a crop top with a bow or beanie and to too it off I have a collection of vans. I usually braid my hair because I don't like it in my way.

Once we arrived at school I knew it was going to be a long day when I got tripped by the schools pretty bitch... Jessica.

"So how are those scars of yours doing?" She grabbed my wrist and made a pouty face. "I see they got deeper. Poor depressed loser." Her and her bitchy friends all laughed. I got up at ran out of the school all the way home. I knew my mom must've met up with some guy she met the other night and wouldn't be home.

So it was the perfect time...

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Hey guys! I know I'm not amazing at writing... But please support me! This is my first time actually publishing my work!!

Duh duh duhhhh! Cliff hanger.... What do u think will happen next? I will try to keep updating!