A Witness To The Abuse

 Chapter 1:

Hi. I'm Ally. I'm 16 years old and I'm a cheerleader at Byran Adams High School in Dallas, Texas. I'm also an only child. I am normal height with a good figure. To add to it I have auburn hair with bright blue/green eyes. My mom works 2 jobs to support both of us. As much as we struggle, we both seem to be happy in life. We are very close and I don't know what I'd do without her.

"Ally!" My mom called, "You're going to be late for school!”

"I'm getting up now!" I responded as I slowly climbed out of bed. Now, time to find something to wear.

Just as I opened my closet door, I heard mom yell from downstairs, "Don't forget you have a cheer meeting before school sweetie!"

“Shit,” I muttered as I picked out my favorite jean shorts with a low cut shirt. I had totally forgotten that was today. I quickly finished getting dress, put some makeup on, and threw my hair up into a cute but messy bun.

As I rushed downstairs, I saw my mom quickly hang up the phone and wipe a couple tears away.

“Mom, are you okay?" I asked, my voice full of concern.

"Oh, yes, I'm fine darling. Now, meet me in the car when you're ready" She said quickly, grabbing her keys.

"Ok, let me just grab my bag" I said, still wondering about the tears. I grabbed my bag off the table, and ran outside, hopping in the car.

Mom was very quiet, I could tell something was wrong. I kept asking her about it, but each time she replied, “I'm fine Ally. Please, drop it.”

After a long, awkward pause, we finally had made it to the school. Right as I was about to get out, Mom broke the silence, "I want you to come home right away after practice tonight, we need to talk about something important. Either walk or get a ride.”

“O-okay. See you later.” I replied, not knowing what else to say. I got out of the car, thinking about what could possibly be up with my mom.

I had shaken away all thoughts of my mom, and was opening my locker when my best friend, Claire, came running up to me. Without even saying hi, she started to excitedly talk about her date with one of the football players last night. Actually, he wasn't just any football player: he was hunky football player.

He was tall, he was extremely muscular, with shaggy, unkempt blond hair and the bluest eyes I have ever seen. That's not all; his smile was stunning enough to make any girl faint.

Right as Claire was describing how gentlemanly he was, the first bell sounded, signaling that we had to go to class. Time for another long day.