12 Years Later
Sophia
I sighed and pulled my books closer to my chest as the hallway got more crowed by the minuet.
The bell had just rang signalling the end of the day.
I smiled at the random people who passed me.
They just scoffed or rolled their eyes.
"Hey 'Soph'!" His voice said.
I just stood in front of him since he wouldn't move.
"How is Dad?"He asked already knowing the answer.
He smirked and pulled my books out of my hands and dropped them.
"Oops."He said with no remorse.
"You might wanna pick those up before someone steps on them."He said as he walked all over them.
I hate him so much.
He's just the type of guy my Dad said to stay away from and of course I listened.
He doesn't have tattoos but he has a bad attitude.
His name?
Brandon Drowler.
A kinda name that you hear in movies or read in books.
He's so mean and I just don't understand why he hates me.
I never done anything to him.
Maybe that's why.
Because I never had sex with him.
Such a jerk.
I just picked up my books again and walked right out of school.
I arrived at the place I called home in just a few minuets.
The house that has always been empty on the right side of my aunt's house had a moving van in front of it.
'New neighbors?Better be nice.' I thought as I hurried up the steps to Aunt Esme's house.
Her name always reminded me of Twilight because it's Esme.
I walked into the house to see a black haired woman talking to my aunt.
"Sophie! This is Lisa! She's moving in next door!" Esme smiled at me.
"Very nice to meet you Sophia."Lisa said and shook my hand.
"You too."I smiled again and told Esme that I had to do homework.
"Hey maybe she could tutor my son,Michael. He's very troubled in school with all the moving."Lisa said.
I lingered for a few minuets to hear what Esme's answer was.
"Why yes. I'll talk to her about it at dinner when you guys come over."Esme answered and I hurried up stairs to my room.
I sat down at my desk and turned my laptop on.
I went to Youtube and began playing some music by Fall Out Boy to help me concetrate on my homework.
It didn't really work but I finished all my homework as the song 'Where Did The Party Go?' came on.
I sang along to the music until it went off.
I just turned my laptop off seeing it was 6:30 and went downstairs to help Esme with dinner.
That's my life really.
That's how it always was.
Wake up.Get dressed. Breakfast. Walk to school. Walk home. Do homework. Sing a little. Make Dinner. Eat Dinner. Take a shower. Go to sleep. Repeat.
Simple right?
Totally.
Now I'm going to be tutoring someone so that really changes it.
I hope.
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Fanfiction"I thought I told you to call me Mikey." He growled in my ear as he roughly pushed me against the wall. I let out a small "Oof." And he returned his lips to mine. "Sorry. I guess I forgot." I smirked against his soft lips. All I could think as this...
