Tiffany's POV
Morning. Ugh,I am not a morning person. Why am I am doing this anyway?Am I this stupid? Im not bullitproof. I don't like to be rejected, even though I am doing this and I am surely going to be rejected by him. HIM. How come he is the only one i can think of these past 3 days? He's just a mean jerk who I stupidly fell in love with. I am nothing special. I have become to confident with myself thinking I can get who ever I please. Who am I kidding? I can barely get the science geek, much less the most popular guy in school. The Player. The Hottie. The Best.
It was a normal morning, almost to normal. I was so used to having some caous happening in the house having abusive parents, more like abusive dad. And being an only child I was the only one being abused. My mom didn't even know about it. She was too busy with work and... stuff. I never got to see her unless she had a day off or she had off of work early which was rare. I walked to my bathroom and washed up and came to my room to choose my clothes which was a peach maxi shirt with an opening on the right side, a white flowy crop top and a navy green cardigan. I ended up curling my hair and letting it loose.
I walked down to the kitchen getting ready for whatever was going to be hit at me. I already had enough brusies that were fortunatly in places not many people can see. Once I reached the kitchen surprisingly my mom was in the kitchen. "morning darling." she said as I approched the kitchen table. "Morning Mom?" It came out more like a question. I mentally slapped my head and kept walking. "I got a day off today since's it is your first day of senior year." Oh yeah, I forgot, today was the first day of senior year and my living hell.
My mom slid a plate full of eggs, bacon, and buttered toast. My favorite. "Eat up." she said offering a smile with the plate full of food. "Thanks." I replyed with a weak smile. I guess she noticed my uneasyness considering what she did next. "What's wrong? I Know im not home much but I didn't think you were this upset about it." My Mom came over and rubbed my back. "No, it's not that, it's....it's just that....dad....nevermind." I said truthfully but still studdering which makes it even worse.
Mom stares at me and decides to leave it at that and for once I am glad she didn't over react at something that didn't need over reacting. I stare down at my untouched plate of food. I decided to at least eat some food. I ate some food from my plate and to be honset, it was yummy.
I got up and got my plate and took it to the sink and got ready to leave collecting my car keys,purse, and spare makeup.
I went to the door and shut it behind me taking a deep breath while walking to my car. I had to be prepared for school and all the drama that was going to be shot at me everyway possible. Here we go.
