Not Perfect - a 1D fanfic

CHAPTER ONE

"Shut up, just shut up!", my mom screams.

My mom and dad are fighting ...AGAIN.

I am tired, very tired of all of this.

"You disgusting woman!", My dad shrieks.

My eyes get heavy, I literally want to beat my dad up but I can't . They continue fighting. I go to my room and shut the door. I sit on the floor and...break down.

Of course, it is because my parents are always fighting ...but mostly it's because of the way my dad treats my mom.

My mom works day and night for the house, we ain't swimming in a pool of money. And my dad? He earns much less than my mom and considers HIMSELF superior! His promises, everything, are just bullshit!

Why? Why is this happening to me? I want to cut, I want to cut so bad. But I won't, I am strong, I won't.

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My alarm rings, it is time to go to school.

I am still very sleepy but after a minute, I get up and mend my bed, my pillow still kind of soggy because of my tears.

I can hear my mom cooking and stuff. It is monday, and the first day of school after vacations. Time to get tortured.

I walk into the school hallway with my headphones on, ignoring the world. I climb the stairs and enter my class.

I miss the times I used to enter my class and my bestfriend, Emily used to hug me, or, my ex- bestfriend. She has left school and we haven't been contacting. I tried to talk to her, send her texts but she ignores me.

I saw her post yesterday, it was a picture of her and her new friends.

I guess she has forgotten about her bestfriend, with whom she had had amazing times with and and a lot of adventure, fun and sometimes, fights.

She has forgotten, but I remember and it hurts.

Anyway, I sit at my place and keep my headphones on and put my forhead on the table, just listening to music, understanding every beat.

Then, after a while, everyone begins to settlle down and I realize that a teacher is coming. I take my headphones off and put them in my bag along with my phone.

I am angry, very angry at my dad for something that he did last night. I wish I could leave, I wish my mom and I could leave him, forever. I can't see my mom suffer anyone.

"Good morning, class!", says Mrs Carter,  my homeroom teacher.

She has this cheerfull voice. She is good to have as a teacher. Her bright attitude spreads positivity, at least to me.

"Here!", I say, as Mrs. Carter calls out my name for attendence.

 " *ahem* Excuse me?" I look out, all of us do. It's our school's co manager, Mrs. Blake (yes, reminds us all of Blake Shelton). She is with 2 teenage boys, elder to me, about 15-18.

One of them has a cool blonde quiff on black hair and the other one has nice dark curls. New students, I guess.

Mrs. Shelton asks where some class is, isn't SHE supposed to know? Anyway, Ms. Carter walks up to her to guide her.

My eyes burn, thinking of what had happened yesterday, AGAIN. I try hard to control my tears.

When I look toward my side, I see the guy with curls looking. I guess he noticed that  I was about to cry. He smiles, I look away, because it's been long since I have been treated politely, but me ignoring isn't polite either, besides the guy has nice dimples, so I look at him again and fake a smile.