My Life Sucks
1109 Words
'Ava"
I hate waking up at 4 AM every morning but with foster parents like mine it couldn't be helped, I needed to be up at this ungodly hour every morning to make sure that my so-called parents if you can even call them that had a good breakfast every morning as well as clean the house and do whatever ridiculous chores my mum, would have left for me. All before I went to school if I didn't there would be hell to pay, rolling out of bed I made my way downstairs sneaking pass my mum and step sisters room it was too early for me to deal with their bull s**t I just wanted to finish what I needed to and get ready for my first day of school. Entering the kitchen I almost screamed how was it possible for people to live like this I made sure and cleaned the kitchen last night before I went to bed at 12 how who did this there were bottles and trash all over the fridge was wide open with what I assume was milk staining the floor. with a deep breath, I calmed myself and got to work I needed to have breakfast done and this place clean before 7 if I wanted to be at school on time and not get another detention.
I made scrambled eggs, coffee and french toast, I was sure to make as little noise as possible as I really didn't want to wake my mum it was bad enough I wouldn't be able to get out of the house before she made her appearance to criticize what I made and my life choice, lost in my thoughts I didn't notice as the beast in question walking in "move you little w***e" I jumped slightly as she pushes me aside to get her breakfast. Dressed in a black pantsuit her blond hair in a neat bun on top of her overly made-up head she was the picture of elegant if only her appearance matched her real personality. Taking a bite of her toast she looked up at me in disgust as she spat the contents of her mouth in front of me with an evil smirk she yelled "clean it up w***e" as she dumped the coffee as well. My life seriously sucked wishing my father had never left me in the comfort of this oh so evil woman thinking I needed a mother only to become a f*****g slave in a house that was supposed to be my home. Cleaning her mess I went upstairs to take a much-needed shower as the water cascaded down my body I let my emotions have me as a promised myself this was my last year of dealing with her and her bull s**t. I was turning 18 in a couple of moths and then graduating the month after. All I needed to do was make it through these last couple months then I would be home free I got a scholarship and with my grades and have been accepted to a college in new york far away from here and them. I couldn't wait I just needed to make it through, my stepmother knew nothing of my plans to leave her and her horrid daughter to fend for themselves and that is exactly how I was going to keep it. Getting ready I glimpse in the mirror at my body I was nothing special really I had thick brown curly hair that never seems to do as I want, a decent body I think slim built with wide hips my ass was always the biggest part of me which is why I didn't like wearing tight or revealing clothes, my naturally olive tone skin gave me the illusion that I had a tan which wasn't bad. the best and most attractive feature I would say is my eyes as they were an unusual hazel with green specks, framed with thick lashes I was told I got from my mother gave me a sort of exotic look. but according to my stepmother, I was nothing but an ugly w***e who degraded her perfect little family as I wasn't a blond bimbo barbie I was rather on the short side of things as I stood bearly at 5'1.
Wearing a black track pant white mini tank top and black hoodie I left for school there was nothing I loved more than walk to school, yea school is horrible with the boring teachers and hate full teenagers but it was my only place of peace I could walk around an be all but ignored as my step sister had made it her duty to make everyone hate and ignore me as I was nothing but a freak. I didn't mind the fewer people that acknowledged me the better my day went and the happier I was. it didn't bother me that I had no friends I didn't care I had enough issues and didn't need to be worried if anyone found out about my abusive life or ask questions I couldn't answer about my bruises, it was just better this way. walking to my class I sat in the very last row near the window where I could be alone. keeping my hood up I stared blankly as Mr kent began his history class boring us all to death as he dawns on about the 17th and 18th century. Halfway through our death sentence, a guy enters the class dressed in black he wore dark jeans with a white Pollo he ignored the classes curious stares and walked straight up to the lecture am guessing explaining that he was new as I had never seen him around, as he continued to speak the girls in class including my self studies his profile he was built like a Greek god standing at 6'1 he towered over the tiny Mr kent as he spoke his wide shoulders completely blocking him from my view as he turned to allow Mr kent to introduce him I was awestruck not only was he built like a god no he had god-like features he looks like Adonis come to life with his high cheekbones and chisel jaw the man looked like he had stepped out of a vogue catalogue, his dark sticking eyes gave a sense of mystery I mean come on who is this day and age has black eyes the man was out of the world gorgeous. Staring intensely I look away as he eyes flashed to me as Mr kent mention for him to have to available seat next to me. 'LORD HELP ME '
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