Innocence (An Abuse Story)
Note: this is not a true story!!! Also please take the time to read it, then comment your opinion. Also this is a freewrite, sorry for my horrible grammar and such.
Chapter 1. Part 1/3.
Waking up, I made sure to step around my sleeping dog's on the
floor. Boomer and Midnight, Midnight was a black pug and Boomer
was a tan American bull dog. They were both still babies. When I
stepped around them, I felt a shiver run up my spine from the
wickedly cold air around them. Dad must have the air on. I exit
my room, still in my pj shorts and long-sleeve bed shirt, and
made my way to the living room where my dad slept peacefully with
a beer on the end table completely covered in bills that are way
overdue. I made my way to the sink, turned it on and sighed when
no water came out.
Dad must've not paid the water bill... I sighed again, then went
to get dressed for school. I ignored my greasy hair and just put
it up in a pony tail for the day. I dressed in a pair of long
skinny jeans and a long t-shirt that covered the bruises on my
arms. The bruises were still sore to the touch, I tried not to
flinch at the twinge of it when I pulled my backpack
on.
What time is it?
6:30. Oh crap. I'm late for school.
I run out the door, forgetting to put my makeup on again... I
have to run back in to put coverup on nearly every inch of my
body; hiding the scars that my dad has caused. When I'm done, I
then rush to school.
Everyone was in class, I slip into my first bell English class.
At least I'm not so late that I miss the bell completely, my
English teacher - Mrs. Snow - is actually a pretty cool
teacher.
After English, I rush to my locker and shove my stuff in it. Ugh.
I groan when I realize that I have forgotten my Chemistry text
book... My Chemistry teacher will freaking kill me. He already
hates me, the stupid physco. I go to close my locker but a
masculine hand stops me.
"A lonely lamb, I see?" Inquires the imbecile
boy.
"I'm not lonely." I utter and push my way past him, slamming my
locker shut on his hand.
I hope it hurts.
I hate boys.
I hear people snickering in the distance as I walk
away.
Let them laugh.
5 faves · 3 comments · Jun 21, 2012 7:49am
WhiteChocolateCRAZY13
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1 decade ago
me like!
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fionarose
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1 decade ago
Hey, this is really good- can you please tell me when you post the next part?
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petethedinsaur · 1 decade ago
this is rlly rlly good no joke....
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