Not Done

She was sitting on her bed, crying. Nothing out of the ordinary. She has always been a very emotional girl. Curled up into a little ball her skinny arms wrapped around her pillow. Her blonde hair all knotted up from the previous night's sleep. "I don't want to move..." She thought looking at the time. Its was 6:45 am, she needed to go. However, she didn't want to face her parents. She slowly slid her feet over and off the bed. The pitter patter of her feet on the cold hard wood floor. She slowly scuffed over to the bathroom, she looked in the mirror at her puffy, blotchy face. "Quit fucking up. I am about done with you." She remembers from the previous night her mother yelling at her for failing her classes. "Why the fuck are you crying? I don't fucking hit you so knock the shit off!" She shudders at the memory. She hears footsteps on the hall way and she quickly locks the door and washes her face. "Darlene! You're fucking late again! Get in the fucking car when your ready." It took