"I don't care how you're feeling, I can't believe you left school early!"
I pick at my mac n cheese. I can't believe my mom is actually yelling at me. She didn't even make me freaking dinner.
"You are going to school tomorrow, all fucking day! Do you hear me?!"
"Yes," I reply in a dead tone.
"You know what," She takes my dinner away from me and throws it in the trash, "go to your room. Now."
I push my stool out from the granite island and stomp up the stairs. I seriously wish I could be mad, but this is just like every night.
Every night she yells at me.
Every night she takes my food away.
Every night I stomp up the stairs to my room.
It's a routine for my mother and I. It's just how my life works: school is shit, home is shit, life is shit.
I lie down on my bed and stare up at my posters. Falling asleep is always hard. Insomnia is my only friend, but at least I have "someone" to talk to in my mind.
Oh god what am I going to do? Brad isn't going to try to pull anything is he? It's not like I wear revealing clothes, I mean come on. I just need to breathe...
My eyes droop closed as I drift into a coma of rest.
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Okay super sorry about the super short chapter but I'm already writing the next, I swear it won't be too bad :3
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Roman pour Adolescents"You're such a fat loser!" They chant. They pull me to the ground and slam my front door shut. I get kicked and hit to the concrete ground feeling the pain of their punches and scratches. Welcome to a day in the life of Cassie Brown. (Rated R for...
