This is Chemistry

Low self esteem on my Unattractive feet...

WHO ELSE FUCKING DESPISES THERE FEET?

*RAISES HANDS*

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"Hey sweetie!" I heard my mum say as I close the door behind me.

"Oh hey mum!" I reply quickly twisting the lock.

I walk towards the couch and drop my self on to my mum sitting watching tv.

"Indie! Get off me" she says laughing.

"Oh come on mum!"I squeal back as she starts to tickle me. Mum has cute small fingers. She has small hands in total so her small soft tickling touches are the most sensitive ones.

"How was your day?" She asks me

"Well not as bad as I thought. No head dunking down toilets or paper planes thrown at me, or even pieces of gum stuck in my hair... So yeah it was pretty good" I said slowly adding some sarcasm.

"And what did I tell you today morning?" She asks with her eyebrows raised

"Alright yeah yeah! Mums are always right!" I surrendered rolling my eyes

I stood up running up the stairs taking my backpack with me. I sit on the edge of my chair and start to look around. I didn't realise how my room was actually all organised.

My mum must of unpacked all my stuff because my room was amazing. It had a little draw with my yellow sunflower lamp on there with my books staked on top of each other.

Beside it I had a mirror covering almost half my wall before seeing the big brown wardrobe which has a Mcbusted poster on there.

I had my a window about a metre away with my diary and my photo frame placed there. It was a picture of my old pet dog "Dipsy", me and my mum. I had a dog 3 years ago but then mum got rid of it.

She said it was too much of a job even though I was the one looking after it. All mum did was buy the food which was probably the reason we got rid of Dipsy.

I heard noises from my opened window. It was mumbling and eventually it sounded quite rough. I could hear groaning and wailing. I head a big 'Thump' and I could hear a small whimper. I dropped my pen which I was using to complete my homework and quickly ran towards the window.

I popped my head out of the window turning towards the road. Analysing the street my eyes finally fell on the road.

There was a boy in the middle of the road curled up in a ball while 3 built boys were on top of kicking and punching at the boy curled up on the floor.

He was groaning as they threw kicks and punches and his ribs, arms and legs. The boy just stayed curled up whimpering quietly on the ground not making a move.

Why didn't he get up and help himself? He doesn't have to win... He could at least try protect himself.

I couldn't watch this anymore so quickly ran out my room racing down the stairs. I could hear my mum shouting behind me asking me where I'm going but I don't have time to reply to her.

So I ignored her not wearing my shoes and running out the front door slamming it behind me. I wish I could go back and explain this to my mum and apologise for slamming the door.

I know by the time I come back my mum will be furious. 3 things you shouldn't try on my mum.

1:leaving the house without permission

2:slamming the door

3. lastly ignoring her.

She could kill me if I did any of those and right now I've practically broke all of her major rules. I ran out on the street scanning the street to find the poor curled up boy.