The Girl Under The Hood

I woke up with a slap on my face. I’m kinda used to it because it’s usually how I woke up like this this past 7 years. So i’m kinda used to it. I look up to see my drunk father yell at me. Well it was pretty normal to me if you ask.  “Wake up you little piece of s**t and make me some breakfast!”  Without another word he went downstairs and probably lay on the couch. As you can tell my life is kinda f****d up s**t. Anyways I go take a 5 minutes shower. I can’t take a longer one because of my so-called father. When I'm done with my shower I go over to the large broken mirror and look at my body. I don’t know why but I don’t Like my body.  How stupid am I and not presentate me. Hey my name is Amelia Angel Anastatia Walker and I am 17 years old. I’ve been abused by my father for the last 8 years. My right eye is emerald green and my left is ocean blue. My manager thinks it’s unique. You heard right I have a manager. You see I am a street fighter and a street racer. And I have gone to karate, jiu jitsu, boxing, judo, Taekwondo‎ you name it. I have been doing it for 8 years and have black belt in all of them.  But in school I’m a nerd and is mute. They don’t know who I am. If you go and ask who Amelia Walker is, they don’t know. I don’t talk at all just to some of the teachers. And I prefer it that way. No one in School and I mean no one have ever seen my face. In the undergrounds Everyone knows about me and my eyes. They are actually scared of them. I have my eyes from my mother, I've been told. You see my mother died when I was born. And my so called father blamed me for that. But he began to a***e me when I was 9 years old because I look more like her apparently.  Enough of myself I need to make some breakfast for my father. So I take some undergarment and my baggy clothes out of my small wardrobe and take it on. Over my baggy T-shirt I took an oversized hoodie on. I use the hoodie to hide my scars so people won't see them. of course when I am in the undergrounds they think it is for some of my fights. And my loyal friends in the undergrounds thought too so I didn’t bother telling them the truth. If I did tell them the truth I have to tell them everything. Even the things my dad does. You see he is dealing and taking drugs. And when my friends find this out they will try and take me somewhere far from here. Far from him. But I don’t want to. I know it sounds stupid and all but it isn’t. He is the only family I have left beside him. But I don’t wanna talk about him. Because he doesn't deserve to be talked about.  Back to reality. I need to make my father breakfast so I go downstairs into the kitchen and make breakfast with the few things we have left. When I’m done I put it on the island and take an apple, go upstairs and take my backpack and I am ready to go. I don't wanna be here so long so I just get out of the door and are on my way to school.  School: I walk through the doors to Everton High. Everton high is your basic school. There are the cheerleaders, the jocks, the football team, and the 3 ‘bad boys’. So basically I think it’s a sick school because they think they are something. maybe they are but to me they are nothing but sick people. As you can see I gave up on the human population.  I was in the hallways on my way to my locker, but walked into something. Well someone actually. I looked up to see Brad Right. Not now.  “Watch where you're going nerd,” he laughed, along with everybody else.  It sucks I can’t say anything at times like these. I bite the inside of my cheek and ball my hands into fists. I really can’t stand him. I really wish he would just disappear sometimes.  “Why do you even cover your face with that hoodie? Is it because you're too ugly?” Again, everybody is laughing.  I tried to walk around him but it is then I noticed there was a circle around us. I would walk through it but I don’t like to touch anybody. Especially in this school. Why me?  I began walking over to the circle and automatically they moved. Wow. Do they hate me that much? The only people that aren’t looking are Ace’s group also called the ‘bad boys’. I walk to class and try to ignore them all, the rest of the day.  Lunch:  That didn’t go as planned. The day sucked. First Brad then Tiffany and now both. Ugh great. Note the sarcasm. I just want lunch. But noooo. Here comes a girl with short blonde hair that is a little under her shoulders with blonde. Her blue eyes that remind me of ice and really short clothes. She’s also known as Tiffany the school s**t or queen be, whatever you want to call her. Her minions, Rory and Carly not far behind. Rory has chestnut brown hair to the middle of her back with brown eyes that remind me of chocolate. She isn’t as slutty as Tiffany but close enough. Carly has curly brown hair that comes to her shoulders with blue eyes that remind me of the ocean. She is really as slutty as Tiffany.  “Ooh, look who it is. The ugly girl with her mommy issues, ” she laughed.  I balled my fists under the table and listened to her laugh with her minions. I hate her. I don’t care that ‘hate’ is a strong word, but I hate her that I wish she would die. I know extreme but come on. She just insulted my dead mother.  “Are you sad?” she asked in a mocking tone.  Then out of nowhere, there was milk on me. I was about to shriek but stopped in the last second. I got up with my things and walked out of there to my next class, listening to them laugh.  The rest of the day was uneventful. I did everything I could to ignore Tiffany, her minions and Brad.  I pushed everything in my locker except my necessary books. I closed my locker and walked out of there to my real hell.  *Authors note* “Hey, I want to say thank you for reading my first book. There are probably a lot of grammar fails, but I tried. English isn’t my first language so yeah.  I hope you liked it and would like to read more.  With lots of love Sura”