Chelsea's POV
"Hey mom I'm home from school!" I shouted from the door.
"Hey Hun, I heard report cards came home today. Do you have yours?"asked my mom
Shit! I failed 5 out of 6 classes and the only one I passed was p.e. When my mom goes to sign it she'll see my grades. I'm screwed.
"Mom, when I give you the card you have to remember that I'm only human. ok?"
"Yes, I know you're human cause I made you Chelsea now give me your card."
Oh gosh, here it goes. As she looks at it her smile drops down. And she just looks at me.
"Did you even try?" Is the only thing she says. She's dead faced.
"Well mom you know I hate school." I explain.
"Chels , if I didn't try at everything I didn't like, we'd be homeless,naked,and I'd be unemployed."
"Your point." I said sarcastically .
"My 'point' is that if you don't try you'll be a failure, not like you already ar-" she stops herself.
"Did you just call me a failure," I say crying.
"Honey-"
"No, don't ok, just don't!"
"Chels I didn't mean th-"
"No, I'm leaving this house, this town, this everything.I HATE MY LIFE, AND YOU" I say running out of the house.
