Ava’s POV
The morning sun filters through the window and I blink a few times before opening my eyes, my body still aching from yesterday’s ordeal. My face stings where Sarah slapped me.
I push myself out of bed, my legs feeling heavier than usual. I don’t want to go to school, but I have no choice. If I skip, it’ll only give Sarah more reason to torment me. She’ll call me lazy, useless, a disgrace to the family.
Dragging myself to the bathroom, I stare at my reflection. My eyes are slightly swollen from all the crying. My lower lip looks red where I bit it too hard last night. I look miserable. I feel miserable. But I don’t really have time to dwell on it, I’m used to it.
After a quick shower, I slip into my uniform. The fabric is a little worn-out, the edges fraying from too many w
