The New Girl

Wonderful Life

The final bell rang for the end of the day. I was so happy for it to be done, and its just the first day. I put my sketch book in my bag, and head out not even going to my locker. I walk out to the parking lot and head to my bike or at least try to get to bike. There were a few people around my bike. Ugh.

"This is a pretty sweet bike. Do you know who it belongs to?" some guy asked another guy.

"No I don't"

"I bet its Damion's," this girl said. I know its bad to judge by looks but she looks like she's the snobby type. I didn't want to get on my bike now everyone is watching. Just too much attention for me.

"Nah its not mine, brought my car today not my bike." I turned around and it was the guy that I bumped into earlier. I guess his name is Damion.

I wanted to go, not to go home but to go. Everyone was leaving and the people that were there only stayed for a second and left. I walked to my bike put up my hair into a low pony tail, and put helmet on. I climbed on to my bike and drove off. I saw glares they didn't see me get on the bike and I hid my pony tail in my helmet.

I turned the opposite way of where my house was. I speed up to get out of there. Not like I have anything to do. I went in the back roads and found a field of grass  with a couple of trees. It was pretty with slightly tall hills, wild grass, flowers and beautiful grown trees. I slowed down to  turn on to the grass and go towards the trees.

The sun was shining through the trees, barely. I kicked up the bikes kick stand. I walked up to a tree and sat up against it. I opened up my book bag and took out my sketch book.

After awhile of just drawing my phone rang. It was 5:32 and my father was calling me. I just hit ignore I guess it's time to head back. Good luck me.

By the time I get back right at the driveway I check my phone and it's 7:03. I went riding around for a few for awhile before coming back. I parked my bike out back and went into the house.

I heard a clatter some where in the house. I go to look around and it found out it was in the kitchen. My father drunk with a broken whine glass in his hand and what looks like a bottle of rum in the other.  I knew this routine he gets drunk on the floor I come home wanting something to eat but nothing's ever there to eat. My father has money to buy alcohol but no money for food...strange.

"Where the hell have you been?" My wonderful father asked me.

"I've been out dad, non of your concern."

"The fuck it is I need you to go the damn store get some goddamn food. I'm starving..." he took another swig of his drink.

"Wow you are thinking of something other than alcohol. That is actually surprising."

"Watch your fucking mouth young lady."

"Maybe you should watch yours"

I tried to get to the fridge to try to get something to eat but, my father just decided to throw his broken glass to me. It cut my right arm from blocking my face. Good thing I wear hoodies, I always wear hoodies anyway.

"You are so stupid you know that?" He wanted to get on my nerves always.

I started to walk out of the kitchen but before I knew it I was kicked in the back a fell down and my head hit the wall. I let out a small screech and just laid there. "Please...don't."

"You will respect me and do what I fucking tell you what to do." He started to stumble to his chair. "And you better get that damn food before tomorrow night or you are get beaten..bitch."