The Broken

Missing You

Olivia P.O.V.

I woke up to the alarm clock beeping in my ear.

I jumped up, seeing that I was going to be late, and quickly put an outfit together. I threw on a red, white, and black plaid shirt, jean shorts with tears, black knee-high socks, and black Dr. Martens boots.

Now the makeup.

I applied some foundation, mascara, eye liner, and dark red lipstick.

I grabbed my book bag, and walked towards the door. I reached my hand out, about to open it, until the door got busted into by...

my step mom. Not surprising at all.

"Seriously? You know you can knock." I said with an annoyed tone.

"Excuse me young lady, but I am your step mom, and I am allowed to come in here whenever I want." she said with an stern voice.

"You can't come in here whenever you want. You may be my step mom, but you don't just barge into my room like that." I said, getting even more worked up.

"Don't talk anymore, just leave." she said, pointing towards the door.

"I was just about to leave anyways." I said, as I left my room. I grabbed a cereal bar off of the counter, and walked out of the house.

"Bye beautiful! Love you." I heard my dad yell to me.

"Love you too dad." I said with no emotion.

At least someone cares about me.

It started to rain, but I just kept walking without a care. I made it to my bus stop. I sat down on the bench at the bus stop, and looked down at the rain hitting the ground harshly.

It felt as if there was a frog in my throat.

Actually, more like a toad.

I started to cry, and notice my tears hit the ground like the rain.

"Mom, I miss you. I wish you could be here with me right now in these tough times." I said, praying down to the ground.

"I miss you."