Veronica is 17 poor and lives with her abusive mother Janet. She just wants to hurry up and turn 18 so she will be safe from her mom. But being bullied by her and everyone else puts Veronica at her breaking point. But she finally gets to attention f...
Mrs. Davis hands us a paper with questions we can ask on it. I stare over at Alec and he of course has a smirk on his face. "Everyone move with your partner and get started." Mrs Davis said. I watch as Alec gets up from his desk and grabs his bag. He walks over and sits down right next to me.
"So V how about we head to my place after school to start on the paper?" My whole body freezes. I haven't heard that nickname in almost 9 years and only my dad called me V. He shakes my arm. "Hey are you okay?" "Um yeah but can you just call me Veronica?" I said in the most shaky voice ever. " Not a problem, Angel." He laughed " ugh not angel just Veronica" I silently scream this boy is super cocky and he knows it. "Whatever you say. Can we just work on the project before you blow a fuse?" I open my mouth and internally scream so no one could hear how frustrated this boy made me. We get out the papers and start to write our names on them. " Hey you never answered my question about coming over after school." " I can't I have to help my mom today, maybe Friday?" " Friday won't work for me I have football practice then a game this weekend." "Maybe I can ask my mom if I can maybe meet you somewhere close to my house tomorrow around 6:30pm?" I pray it works my mom will not let me go to anyone's house and most definitely not a boy. "Yeah that should work." He hands me his phone and tells me to put my number in. "Give me your phone and I'll do the same" I reluctantly pull out my old second hand phone mom gave me when she got a new one. He looked at my phone like he didn't know what century it even came from. I type in my name and number and hand him back his phone. He smiles and hands me my phone back. The bell rings and he says before leaving " nice serve you had in gym angel." And then he's gone and I'm left in a shocked state. How can Mr. bad boy player flirt with a girl like me? It was probably nothing. He probably just really thought my serve was good, but what did I tell him about calling me angel? I grab my bag and walk out of class. I don't get far before my attention for some reason turns to the parking lot, and I see Alec and Madison by his car. Legit the prettiest orange u have ever seen. And it's an Aston Martin vantage. What I like fast cars lol? Not like I could ever afford one. Madison catches me looking so she grabs the back of Alec's neck and starts making out with him. I turn away eww I don't want to throw up the only good meal I get in a day watching those two make out. And yes I'm jealous. Why would he even go out with her? Yeah she's pretty but that's it. I walk slowly home, mostly dragging my feet as I walk. I made it home around 3:30pm. I slowly walk up to the porch and I hear things being thrown inside. I hurry in to find my mom throwing a plate across the kitchen. " Mom what's wrong?" She screams and throws what looks like a piece of mail at me. " I got a letter in the mail that says we are no longer getting food stamps and it's all your fucking fault" I know what's coming so I brace myself for the impact. Her hand comes back and smacks me hard in the face. I fall to the ground. She grabs me by my hair and pulls me up to just throw me back across the room. I start to tear up. " dry your fucking tears Veronica cry baby bitch isn't a good look for you." I wipe my face and she tells me to go up to my room and get myself cleaned up. " You're gonna go out and find yourself a part time job to cover the food your fat ass eats in this house." I said okay and head up to my room. I close the door and sink to the floor. And the tears come crashing down. How can a mother hate something so much that they made and held in their body? Sometimes I wish I was just blessed with okay parents. Ones who still suck but don't abuse me, but god hates me and gave me her. I get up and go over to the mirror to asses the damage done to my face. I have a nice bruise starting to form on my cheek. I grab my color corrector and dab some on. I cover it with concealer. I go to my closet and find the nicest outfit I own.
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