Escape to Wonderland

Morning Monsters

My life is crazy. It's a big shit pile. What could make this worse? Ha, a lot of things.

>>Hey. Um, Maybe you should lay off the posts on your page about how hot that football dumbass is. Sky, someone is going to figure shit out.<<

•Sammi. That's his name. And so what if someone finds out? I'm already living in hell.•

My eyes burn, too much crying in one night. Why was I even crying in the first place?... Oh yeah, everyone hates me. Nothing new exactly, it's not like I expect everyone to like me, even remotely. I have friends yeah, but they aren't real friends. Hell, even Colby isn't a real friend. He's an asshole to me the same as all the rest.
"SKYLAR! SKYLAR CLAIRE! GET YOUR ASS IN THIS LIVING ROOM RIGHT NOW!" My dads voice breaks through the static filling my head. Oh, shit. What did I do this time to piss him off? Blankets crumple and tiny electric vines whip off of my clothes as I shift out of bed. The cold metal of the door handle stings my palm as I slowly creak the door open.

"Yeah, dad?" My voice comes out sleepy, which pisses him off more.

"What the fuck is this I hear about you failing first semester?" His eyes bore into me, a smirk forming when I don't come up with an answer.

"I.. sir.. I um... I dont... didn't.." my jumbles just amuse him, feeding his anger. He stands taller than me when he's pissed, when normally, I'm taller. Neck red, pulsing, eyes bloodshot, hands crumpled, age making them look like folds of paper. He takes a step toward me, raising one of his hands and I do the worst thing possible. I flinch.

"What's the matter, son? Does me being concerned about your grades scare you?" His face twists in a mix of anger and amusement.

"No, sir."

"Well it should." at that he swung his hand, paper folds smashing into the side of my face. Tears brimming my eyes before I could even move, earning me another slap. My cheek burned, then slippery liquid slowly slid down the side. My dad blinked, then laughed.

"You're so weak and fragile, fix that, son."

"Yes. sir." my words came out slurred, short sounding. It burned whenever I moved my face slightly. Never should I have flinched. Never should I have shown weakness. Never. He is right, I am weak, fragile. It needs to be fixed.

~This chapter was sort of short I know and I'm sorry, but I haven't been the greatest lately. Anyway, this chapter introduced Colby sort of and Skylar's father.~
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