Beep! Beep! Beep!
Groaning, I quickly slammed my hand down onto the stop button of my annoying alarm clock, before my father woke and heard. Seriously, I don't know what he would do, if I woke up, more or less, do I want to know.
Still moaning and groaning about having to wake up, I roll onto my stomach and lift my hand, to check the time. Seeing that it was seven o'clock and I have an hour until I have to get to school. Debating for a few seconds about rather or not I should go back to bed, I finally decide to drag my ass out of bed and get ready.
I pulled the covers off me, shivering slightly when the cold air surrounded me. I headed to my bathroom and stripped out of my PJs, that were wrinkled from sleep. Checking the water temperature and noticing that it was right where I wanted, I got in and started the usual routine of washing and scrubbing my body clean, being sure to be tender on my bruises.
When I was done, I cut the water and stepped into the steaming bathroom, wrapping a big, fluffy, powder-blue towel around my body. Then walked into the connecting, small walk-in closet, that I could access from both my room and bathroom.
Once inside, I picked out a pair of denim, skinny jeans and an oversized, cream color sweater, that cover my bruises from yesterday. After throwing that on, I laced up a pair of black, high-top converses. I love my converses! Walking into my room, I picked up my school bag, that was hanging on the back of my study desk. Quietly, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, making sure to not wake up my dad.
I grabbed an apple, off the counter, before making my way outside and softly closing the door behind me. I love apples, also. I only had 20 minutes to get to school, and it takes me an average of 15 minutes to walk to get to school, so I have to be quick.
Now, I bet you are confused. Well, let's start from the beginning. My name is Charlotte Woods, but I like to go Char by friends. I don't have many, only one. Her name is Courtney, and we are total opposites. She's more outgoing and loud, whereas I'm quieter and get straight A's. You can say I am a nerd, but I don't mind, because it makes me feel more connected to my mom, as we used to talk about which college will be good for me. You see my mom was a nerd, as well, so I don't mind being called a nerd.
When I finally reached the school, having four minutes to spare, I saw Courtney and walked to her. "Hey, come on, we're going to be late," she told me and dragged me to our first class, which is math. I loved math, and it is probably one of my favorite subjects. Classes flew by, and soon it was lunch.
Cortney and I have all the same classes together, except for English and gym.
Together, we walked into the cafeteria and got our lunches from the line. I got a chicken sandwich with a water bottle and Courtney got a cheese and ham sandwich with water.
After we paid, we went to our table, next to a window in the corner. You see, our high school is like any other typical high school. The popular kids in the middle and the nerds in the corners.
"So, how's your dad?" Cortney asked, around a mouthful of her sandwich.
I know what you are wondering. Why is she asking about my dad first? Well you see, after my mom died in a car crash, he started drinking all his problems away. So Cortney knows about my father's dependency on alcohol and that he gets abusive when I am next to him because I remind him of my mom.
My father and I used to have that really close relationship when I was younger. You know that 'daddy's little princess type of relationship plus I was dad's only child, so I was obviously the favourite one. But that changed when mom died.
"Hey, hey, you okay?" Cortney questioned, seeing that I started looking a little dazed.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Don't worry. And yes, dad is okay, haven't seen him since yesterday," I answered her question about my father.
"Alright, just be careful and let's go, before we are late," she said, right before the bell rang, indicating that the period was over and that it was time to go to your next class.
When that class was over, I headed to the gym while Courtney went to English. I like the gym, but hate the people in class. Now, I know you are wondering why I am so rude. Well, you will know.
As I walked into the girls changing rooms, everyone went quiet as Tiffany, with her minions Molly and Kate, came stalking towards me.
"Err, look at her clothes. Did you get them from.. the trash?" Tiffany spoke.
Now, you know what I mean. You see Tiffany is the queen bee in this school. In every school, I bet there is a Tiffany. She is the stereotypical stuck up popular rich girl. Her name is Tiffany Skye. Even her name is flawless.
"What? Cat got your tongue?" She asked, laughing with her minions.
"Excuse me," Fed up with her antics, I walked around her and escape the attention, that was all pointed to the showdown between me and Tiffany. Luckily, the teacher came in, right before Tiffany could respond.
After I got changed, we played dodgeball and you know how that turns out. After school lets out, I headed home quickly. When I got home I saw my dad's car and hurried inside quietly. My dad was sleeping on the couch with bottles of alcohol and the smell of cigarettes was everywhere.
I quickly dropped my bag on the floor and went to the kitchen to make dinner. Pulling out the ingredients to make steak with a side of mashed potatoes and corn. I got the steak out, seasoned it, and put it in the oven with the frozen corn in a pan beside it.
As I was making the mash potatoes, my dad walked in. I instantly stop what I was doing and tensed up when I felt him come near me, preparing for the worst.
"Where's my dinner?" He snapped at me, having an anger issue when he was hung over.
"I am making it," I quietly replied back, mashing and adding seasoning to the potatoes.
"Not good enough, you useless person," he shouted.
I didn't get to answer when he suddenly punched me in my stomach. Falling to the ground, I wrapped an arm around my already bruised stomach, using the other to block the following kicks. He kicked me twice, before ranking my hair, to pull me up.
"Hurry up, you stupid girl," he demanded into my ear, reeking of alcohol, cigarettes, and BO.
I slowly got up and finished the dinner, gave it to my dad and went to my room. Getting my first aid box out, I cleaned up any blood that was there and went to sleep thinking, if anything is going to get better or will it always be like this.
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