I woke up to a beeping noise, ‘beep, beep, beep’. Ugh that stupid alarm clock, I stretched and rolled out of bed. Wow am I sore…showers always help I thought to myself. So, I got up and got in the shower a moan slipped past my mouth the minute the warm water touched my skin. I was in the shower for way longer than I should have been I didn’t really care though I don’t care about a lot of things lately. Once I was out of the shower, I started doing my makeup…covering the ripe bruises from last night’s beatings. But then I just stopped, and I broke down crying…looking at the job my father has done never affected me this bad before but lately my emotions have been running crazy. After I had cried all the tears I could I started getting dressed but I stopped after I seen this weird mark on my stomach. I don’t remember getting a tattoo. The marking was a crescent moon. I was so engrossed in looking at this new marking on my body I didn’t notice my mother standing there until she cleared her throat and said, “what are you doing…you’re going to be late for school?” At first, I thought I could just tell her about this new tattoo but the I realized she wasn’t a normal mother who actually cared about her only child. So instead I said,
“Nothing, I’ll be down when I’m finished”. Satisfied with my answer she just walked away…and me being tired of wracking my brain about this mark…it was way too early to be thinking this hard, so I just finished getting dressed. After I was dressed and satisfied with my outfit, I shuffled downstairs to get my day started. Up until this day it still surprises me how my family acts as if we’re just one big happy family. Not really wanting to give them any time of my day I grabbed my bag and walked out of the house and started my way to school. I go to this rich preppy school called Valaryia Junior High…I hate it with a burning passion. I find it crazy how my mother doesn’t care what my father does to my body, but she cares about what school I go to…crazy how she’s the one who picked my school out anyways. As school dragged on, I couldn’t help but feel like someone was watching me, but the feeling faded as my best friend Morgan walked up to me and screamed, “Ready to party b***h”? Ugh she is so obnoxious sometimes, but I love her anyways.
“Of course, I am girl u shouldn’t even have to ask”, I say back to her just way calmer than she did. As we were leaving the school parking lot in her black Jeep, I suddenly felt like someone was watching me again. But once again I ignored it as I started thinking about tonight’s party…I was going to have the time of my life. But little did I know tonight would be a nightmare. Ugh why do I feel like I never should have woken up th