Multi Colored Rose

Chapter 1

    I groan as I awake from my slumber. I lie there in my bed awake hoping my father would be at work and my mother would still be asleep. I finally get out of bed and quickly dress myself of my school uniform. I grab my bag and head out the door. I take a deep breath and start to walk when I saw my dads car pull into the driveway. I run into a bush hoping and praying he would not see me. He gets out of his car and looks around. His look scared me. I was too afraid to leave the bush. I was too afraid he would catch me and beat me like he always does. He then goes inside the house. I leave the bush and fastly walk twords my school.
    I finally make it to school. I walk in through the doorway and to my class. Once I get in class I sit down. A group of boys come up behind me and start to pull my hair. I rolled my eyes and smacked their hands away. They laugh and walk away after pushing me a bit.
   It was already after school when my eyes filled with fear. I asked my friends if I could hang out with them but they were all busy. I was slowly walking home. Once I got there and my eyes were tearing up. I opened the door and walked in. My mom was standing there.
"Why didn't you tell me you left for school?" She says.
"I'm sorry. I was running late and I couldn't be late for class."
"I DON'T CARE!"
My mother slaps me harshly. I start to tear up. My mother looks at me and pushes my to the ground. I crawl away slowly when my dad grabs my leg and pulls me back. He then starts to slap me. I yell for help. I get up and push him away. I run outside. My mother shuts the door after screaming,
"AND STAY OUT!"
   It starts to rain. I sit outside on the ground and cry. The rain hits my skin, its soft wet feel make me feel homeless, depressed, and lonely. I decide to find some shelter from the rain. I soon later find a decent sized box. I prop up the box. I get inside and  curl into a ball and cry more. I knew I was homeless, lonely, and isolated. I didn't want to go back to school. I was afraid they would bully me more if they knew I was homeless.
"Were do I go know?" I say to myself still crying and choking back tears.