The Golden Queen

Chapter 1 - Make Your Own Path

I walk down my short hallway to the stairs. It was still dark out, just how I like it. I creep into the kitchen, hoping, no praying, my father is still out or in his room. Lucky for me, he is. I see a brown banana sitting on the counter, and I grab it. I can feel that it's mushy, but it's more food than I get in a week. I look at the clock sitting on our small counter. It reads 4:30 AM. Whew, just enough time to finish my chores and leave to get to school. Stuffing the rotten banana in my old, ratty backpack, I start my chores. I am careful to not make any noise. I put all the dishes in the dishwasher quietly, holding my breath when the plate slides out of my hand and onto the floor. I look up to the stairs across the room immediately. I hold my breath, praying that my father is still asleep. I hear movement in his room. I look at the clock after 5 minutes of standing there, and I finally breath. He's not going to wake up. I quickly finish my chores. They include scrubbing the table, dusting, cleaning the windows, cleaning the bathroom, doing the dishes, vacuuming, and making father breakfast. I've done everything but vacuum. Oh God the vacuum, he'll wake up. I walk upstairs and open his door, the smell of alcohol immediately wafting into my nose. I hold back a gag. I swiftly and quietly leave the room and close the door. I decide to get the broom from the closet and sweep the kitchen. Once the dirt is in a pile, I grab the dust pan and whisk the mess onto the small plastic sheet. I go over to the beer bottle-filled trash can and dump the mess. I grab my backpack and slick down my hair with my hands. Then I take a deep breath and open the squeaky front door. It makes a small screaming noise as I open it from years of not being oiled.
"Girl!"
Dammit. He woke up.
I quickly close the front door and book it to the main road, which leads to the school that is 9 miles away. I huff as I walk. A car passes me and I smile and wave from underneath my dark hoodie. I then remember the banana in my backpack. I maneuver my backpack to my front and unzip it while walking. I grab the banana and peel it. At least it's still edible. I force the soggy banana down my throat. I feel the bile rise and I push it down. I'll need the strength for later. My father won't be happy that I ignored him.
I finally get to school and when I realize the time, I bolt to my locker. I have 2 minutes to get from my locker to my History class on the other side of the school. I open my locker, and it's instantly slammed in my face. I turn to see a plastic Barbie doll and her friends. No joke, her actual name is Barbie. She loves to tell the story that she was named that at birth because of her beautiful blond hair and blue eyes. Every aspect of her was absolutely stunning. And she wasn't even one of those fake girls. She literally wears mascara and lipgloss everyday and looks more beautiful than everyone else at school. Her pawns Bridget and Brittany stand at her side like the sidekicks they are. I grimace as I hear Barbie's words.
"Ladies. Let's show this little bitch how much she's cared for."
The last thought i could have before my arm was grabbed by claw like hands was: at least my father didn't get me this morning.

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(637 words)

So thoughts? I think this is already better than my first book...
Anyway...
Don't you feel bad for her? :( but as I always say: when you're at the end all you can do is start again, right?
Thanks for reading ❤️

-Scarlett