I woke up in the same spot, still on the floor with blood and glass shards surrounding me. quickly as possible I cleaned up every thing. I limped through most of it but oh well. I head upstairs and went into my bathroom.
I got a clean rag and cleaned the cuts and took tweezers to get the remaining glass out.
I grabbed my makeup and put that shit everywhere, the only thing left that was visible was my bottom lip that got busted. I looked at the time and it was 6: 47am which meant that I had like 15 mins to get dressed and leave for school.
I put on an oversize grey sweater, I also put on black ripped jeans, and black converse.
I brused my pastel purple hair and straitened it. I fix my eyeliner and mascara. I grab my bag and head downstairs.(Miyas hair makeup and outfit)
When I get downstairs I look to see my dad in the kitchen and I try to hurry to the door before he can see me but I was too late.
"Hey shithead I want dinner done by the time I get home, I get off tonight at 830pm you better have it done and all of your chores done too brat."
he hasn't called me by my name in forever. I wish eomma was here, then I would still have a name.
"Yes"
"Yes what? "
*sigh*
"Yes sir~" I mentally roll my eyes. I can't physically or I would get punished again.Some of the chores.....
.I look at the time and it's 7:23am. I have shit I have 17 minutes to walk to school and it's a 26min walk.
I rush out the door leaving my dad still wanting to say somethin. I know I'll get yelled at for leaving but I'm gonna be late.
I hate school so much, almost everyone probably hates me. I'm that quiet, suicidal, daddy issue girl. They don't even know what I go through.~۰۪۫t۪۫۰۰۪۫i۪۫۰۰۪۫m۪۫۰۰۪۫e۪۫۰۰۪۫s۪۫۰۰۪۫k۪۫۰۰۪۫i۪۫۰۰۪۫p۪۫۰~
I finally arrive at school and I walk in to hell.
"What's your excuse this time miya?" Ms.kim ask me."I don't have one" She looked at me up and down
"Hmm, miya are you ok there, you're practicly limping" Ms.questioned
"Huh? Ye-yea i-im fine ms.kim thank you" Crap she noticed....
I feel the other students burning holes in me with their eyes. I sit down at my desk which is in the very back by the window. I daze outside and get lost in what's happening.
"Earth to miya.. Hello? ""Huh, ummm yes ms. Kim. "
"Finally I thought you were lost there, you know I hate detention but you have detention for 3 days for being late"
"Oh ok" She smiles and goes back teaching. I look back out the window, but I could feel someone staring at me.
.
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."You don't talk much, do you" said the Brown haired boy sitting next to me
" socializing is not my thing." I nervously spoke back to the cute boy. He showed me a boxy smile sand held out his hand.
"Hi I'm taehyung, and you're miya right?"
I take his hand
"Y-yea that's umm that's me" I hate my stutter." why do you sound so unsure about that? " He furrowed his brows and looked at me
"Nobody really talks to me and calls me by my real name often, also I'm awkward so.. " I awkwardly chuckle.
*bing Bing Bing*
The bell rings before he can say anything and I hurry to get my stuff and leave. I'm walking away and tae grabs my wrist, I gasp and yelp from the pain (from cuts and bruises)
"O-oh I'm sorry I didn't me am to hurt you i -I I just wanted to ask you if you would want me to be a friend or just someone to talk to?". He let go of my arm and I blink away the tears.
" Uhh wha~ umm sure, I guess I'll see you later "again I try to walk away." Miya, why we're you hurt when I grabbed your arm. Are you ok? Can, can I see your arm"
"Um I'm sorry tae I overreacted bout it." I looked at the clock.
"Oh shit I gotta go to class, bye tae~ cya later"
I awkwardly wave and skidaddle outta there and yo my next class as quickly as possible.
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