Riley's POV:
I woke up from the most annoying sound.
My alarm.
Today is my first day at Bridgewood High and I'm not excited at all. That means that I'm gonna be the center of attention, because I'm the "new girl".
Suddenly I felt a huge sting in my stomach.
I got beat up by my father again last night because the food was too cold. I wish things can go back to the way they were. When my mom was still here and my father still loved me. My mother died in a plain crash back from her business trip when I was about 7 years old and father didn't take it to well. He sometimes came back home drunk or beaten up and then started to abuse me when I was 10. I've never thought it was abuse until I was 15 cause I thought that's how parents lecture their children when they do a small and simple mistake.
I shook my head and started to make my way to the bathroom. I have a small bathroom built inside my room so that's good news. I entered the bathroom and started to undress to take a shower. There was at least three new bruises on my body and the biggest and the most post painful, was the bruise on my stomach. I can still see the fire in his eyes and his evil grin he had while kicking me until I coughed blood.
I looked at in the body length mirror sighing. I've never liked my body.
I'm way to underweight from the lack of food and have bruises everywhere you look.
I climbed in the shower and turn on the hot water and let it roll down my body.
After the hot and relieving shower I stepped back into my bedroom and walk towards my closet.
I never struggle choosing what I have to wear, because I always wear the same outfit; a oversized hoodie and leggings or skinny jeans. I've never wanted anyone to see my bruises or thin body so I just wear the hoodies I had since middle school.
I always wear my hair loose so just combed it.
Slowly I turned to my door and made my way out to the kitchen. Luckily my father works early in the morning so I don't have to worry to get beaten up before school.
I made my way through the door to the quiet streets. My father and I live in a very poor neighborhood and in night, it won't be your wisest idea to walk alone. Trust me I had experience; I was about 14 years old when two very frightening large men started to approach me. Before I could run darkness suddenly appeared and I fell to the ground. The next morning I woke up at the exact same place but had a huge bump on my head and all the grocery money was gone.
"Agh!" I loudly sighed trying to get my mind clear. While shaking my head I started walking my way to school. I do have money, but not enough for a bus ride to school.
Every step I took, I winced from the pain, but I'll just let it heal on its own like I do with all my bruises and broken bones.
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Finally I arrived at school!!
While making my way to the principal's office I made sure to hide every inch of my face and body. I already felt people staring and whispers filled the hallway;
"Is that the new girl?"
"What's up with the hoodie?"
"Isn't it hot in the hoodie?"
"Oh damn! Fresh blood!"
I rolled my eyes at the last comment I heard before I entered the office...
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Yikes!!
I'm so sorry this is really bad and super short!!
The next chapter is gonna me longer I promise :)
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Teen Fiction-whelve- ~to bury something deep; to hide~ • • • "Don't ignore me!" He growled and I flinched. Suddenly I felt the cool metal lockers hit my back. I didn't look up to see his expression but I knew there would be fire in his eyes. His stepped closer...
