Abused || n.l

1- First Day.

WARNING: CURSES.

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It's my first day of school, high school to be exact. I just wished it was over from the time I opened my eyes to the pastel pink ceiling covered with stars above me. it's the place where nightmares come true --as if my home wasn't a nightmare itself. as I was thinking, I heard someone shouting from downstairs.

"WAKE THE HECK UP OR YOU'LL BE LATE!" My father shouted, his voice was still ringing in my ears even though he was still downstairs.

"O-ok. . ." I said, my voice was soft so he probably didn't hear me, which is bad.

"IF I ARRIVE AT WORK LATE, IT'S ALL GONNA BE YOUR FAULT, WAKE UP YOU LAZY BUM!" and again, my father shouted.

"O-Ok dad I'm coming!" This time my voice was a bit higher, so I guess he heard me.

I went to my wardrobe, got out my school uniform which was basically my short, black, fluffy skirt and my white shirt with the logo of our school at the top left. then the jacket, which had a pocket at the top left again and had long sleeves that end with a golden strip around it. (A/N: SORRY IDK HOW TO EXPLAIN HOW CLOTHES LOOK LIKE I SUCK PLEASE FORGIVE ME!)

The jacket was a dark shade of black, almost like dark blue, just like my skirt. but I liked the color, it was kind of unique to me. this was one of the best parts of the school. it was really beautiful and different from the other uniforms I have seen before in my previous schools. I didn't move from school to school that much. just about 4 to 5 times and that was before my mom disappeared. after she was gone, I just changed it once, and THAT was a heck out of a change that I regret deeply.

In my previous schools, I had so many great friends who respected me and loved me and so did I. but they were all gone when my father decided it was time to move, I was really disappointed and got even more disappointed when I found out that I was going to be bullied by some people with devilish ideas.

I went to the bathroom, took a quick shower and wore my clothes as fast as possible because I know he will kill me if I was one more minute late. I got my bag and went downstairs, took my breakfast from the table in the middle of the kitchen that he made for me and put it inside my bag.

'Well, at least he made me something to eat for school I guess. . . ' I thought.

I headed towards the door of our house and opened it to find a face burning with anger right behind the car glasses gazing right at me. I let out a deep sigh and jogged to the car, hoping I wouldn't be killed in an instant. not on my first day of high school for God's sake!

I went to the car and opened the right door to hear screams from Dad as usual.

"why are you always late?!"

"You really love making troubles, young lady!"

"Next time, there is no breakfast understood?"

'Blah blah blah! you say that every time.' I thought to myself.

He finally moved after giving me hundreds of questions on why I'm late and that he will treat me bad if I did this again.

As if he doesn't already. . .

There was an awkward silence between us. I tried to pass it by looking at the window and smiling at the stores, people, and streets we were passing by. this filled me with freedom and a relieved feeling would spread through me.

I started looking at the people around. some are laughing, some are smiling, and some are emotionless just like me.

The awkward silence was finally broken when we arrived. I got out of the car and closed the door behind me to finally see those faces again. they were judging me, looking at me from down to up--or the opposite. I huffed softly so no one could notice then continued walking.