Chapter One

" GET DOWN HERE AND MAKE MY BREAKFAST BITCH!!" I woke up to the lovely sound of my mother yelling at me. I decided to get up and make her breakfast before she did something to me. I climb out of bed and throw on the cleanest outfit I could find and make my way down stairs.

I made my way down to the kitchen and made eggs, bacon, and toast for my mother but nothing for me to eat, because she doesn't like me eating anything that she has bought. I then headed up stairs to my room to finish getting ready for the day. As I made my way down the stairs I heard a plate smash against the floor. Oh no, I thought, this can't be any good. I slowly turned to corner and there stood my mother fuming at the mess she created at her feet. All the food I had just made for her lays discarded and untouched at her feet. Her head came swiftly up when she heard me approach.

"YOU," she yelled accusingly. " YOU UNGRATEFUL BITCH!! YOU TOOK SOME OF THE FOOD DIDN'T YOU!!" I stared in horror at the woman facing me. She had told me time and time again that I was not allowed to have any of her food.

I shook my head vigorously, denying her accusations. I had never had a single taste of her food, but she was not excepting that answer, not did she believe me. She grabbed me by the hair and slammed my head against the refrigerator, which such force that it made me yelp in pain. She then repeatedly kicked me in the stomach multiple times. One, two, three, four, five.... until I lost count. She suddenly stopped and looked at me with a disgusted look on her face.

"Clean up this mess and go to school. We can't have people asking question when we just arrived, now can we?" I shook my head no over and over, letting her know that I wouldn't let anyone find out this time, until she left the room. I picked up the broken dish and food she dropped, placing it all in the garbage. I then took my book-bag off of the counter top and headed out the door.

The walk was peaceful and quiet unlike this mornings event. My stomach was purple and swollen form my mother's raging anger and I had a slight headache from when she slammed my head against the hard exterior of the refrigerator. This has been the daily routine between me and my mother ever since my father left us, she needed someone to blame and I need a way to escape from my own mind. Oh well, I thought, none of this would happen without a reason. My mind has always wanted to have a believe that the world is a better place than it is. I, myself, know better because if you only see the good in people then it turn into something else.

I come out of though when I see the building that is before me. I groan under my slow make my way forward. I see the sea of people dividing into groups and start talking.

This is going to be a GREAT first day of school.

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