My Story

Chapter Five

You know how they say you can do anything if you really wanted too. I can't my father holds me back from doing anything. I can't ever leave this house. I can't really have a life outside of this house. Apart from school. There just isn't anything I really could do here; home; anyplace.

My father sat next to me at the table.
"Why does this taste different? Hmm?" He questioned and looked at me.
"Well you see I was gonna make more but we need groceries." I say looking down at my plate.
"Really? Or do you just want other men to see you you pathetic slut."
"No no. We actually do need food. I wanted to make us some tacos but I had to make what was just here."
"Yeah yeah. I'll see to that." He said and continued eating.

I finished eating and got both plates and washed them. I went up to the bathroom and showered, brushed my hair then teeth. Then went to my room closed and locked the door and tried to go to bed.

This new student that was supposed to be in the class. It's a boy and he's probably going to be like the rest of the class.
No one likes me because of the way I am.
I'm quiet yeah, i have black hair, warm hazel eyes. You know those eyes that look like those clear butter scotch candies. Yes those lovely eyes. I always put make up, my eyeliner wing is sometimes heavy, sometimes I put it where my bottom lashes are, white liner on the water line and you know. Come on the darkest lipsticks ever. But at home I'm not like that, father would use stuff like that against me mainly with the lipstick that always comes off after school.

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"Okay class this is the new guy I was telling you all about. Please if you'd like to tell the class that name." Mr. Allen said.
"Yeah hi my names Emmanuel." He said and he can hear some of the girls all excited.
I looked up to see him his hair was hanging kinda over his face and his hair was curly, he had a fade so I'm thinking he's one of those kids.
"Alright Emmanuel you can take a seat between Imogen and Mirana."
"Thank you sir." He said and sat in his seat.
"That's an awesome drawing." He said looking at my iPad.
I hid it and said "Thanks."
"Sorry but if you don't mind me asking who exactly would that be?" He said softly. He sounded like a fucking Noah Centineo. God no.
"It's my mother. I only have two photos I have access too before she died." I said showing him the other drawing.
"That's nice do you take art?" He asked a little too nosy I see.
"No it's just nice to... you know draw every once in a while. I don't think I'm that good yet tho." I said putting my iPad in my bag.
"Better than me. I can tell you that." He said then turned to talk to the other girl. He could be one of those guys or that just likes talking to people or doesn't know when to fuck off.