Bad Bitch (ON HOLD)

Alone

I moved into the apartment, fully settled in. My brother was long gone and Santino hadn't contacted me since that night. Shaking my head I clear my thoughts of him. School starts tomorrow and no matter how much I try to prepare myself I knew nothing good would happen. Because Tye and his little gang would see me no doubt. There was no avoiding it. They were going to do something to me, and I didn't know what. I didn't want to know. An empty feeling washes over me. I look around my apartment, it was spaciou. A black soft comfy couch and a love seat in the living room. I even had a freaking TV with cable, Netflix and Hulu. But no one to share it all with. All this space made me feel so lonely. I sigh gently walking into the kitchen I grab a cup and fill it with ice. Heading to the couch I grab the remote with my other hand settling down on the couch. I turn on empire and let it play as I crunch on the ice my thoughts drifting.

Damn I've come a long way from happiness. I had a whole life, family friends. And in the blink of an eye it was all gone. Next thing I know I'm being abused by my uncle and we're hopping state to state.

I don't let myself cry as I think of what I've been through. Tears don't solve anything. And they never will. Dozing off my heart clenched in my chest because I knew that tomorrow was going to be horrible.

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Stretching groggily I get up emotionally drained. I head to my room and grab a simple outfit, a white tank top black leggings and a grey jacket with white draw strings. I hop in the shower for about 15 minutes. After I get out and dry off, I lotion my body down and proceed to get dressed. I then brush my teeth and wash my face. Finally done getting ready I order an uber with the last of my money. Reading out loud to myself my eyes widen "2 minutes away". Quickly I pull on my black ankle socks and my white Nike slides rushing into the kitchen bag in hand. I stuff my backpack with snacks. I pull on my bag, pick my phone up off the counter and continue rushing out the door. My uber was waiting for me outside so instead of using the elevator I run down the stairs. Usually the Uber's take at least 5 minutes or more. Once I reach the main doors I slow down to a speed walk. I see the car through the doors heading towards it. He watches me as I approach the car.

"Are you Queen?" He asks with a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. I nod my head silently. He smiled at me politely reaching over to open the passenger door. I get in the car making sure to avoid eye contact. "So where are you headed?" He asks,but he had the location of where I was headed. He was driving me... Never mind.

"School" I mumble.

"You're in college?"

"Highschool" I correct sensing an underlying motive.

"Senior?" He tries again.

"Look man, I'm sixteen" I snap looking out the window. The car was silent for the rest of the ride.

Before the car stopped I hopped out quickly inhaling the cold morning air. I arrived earlier the necessary so I could switch my classes. It was 8am on the dot, so I made my way to the main office to change my schedule. As I approach Mrs.Z while she types away at her desk. "Hey Mrs.Z" I greet nervously.

"Oh! I was gonna go on and look for you later." She smiles sickly sweet. "Your schedule was changed by your counselor" her smile never changed on her face even as she passed me my schedule. She stared at me directly in my eyes with the smile still on her face. It was a creepy smile. I mumble a quick thanks, grabbing the paper rushing away from her. Still being sort of new to the school, I decide to look for my class so I could sit down and relax. Finally after a while of looking. I find myself outside one of the portables. Its took me about ten minutes to find the class because I hadn't known there were any portables. Cautiously I open the door entering the room slowly. The teacher was a women with long blonde hair and soft blue eyes with circular glasses. I glance over to the rest of the classroom briefly catching sight of a curly head of short black hair and a muscular stature. The guy was facing the wall typing away at the computer.