Fatima's POV
It wasn't that I was being an pessimist in doubting my best friend. She just seems to be more pleased with the thoughts of concerning herself with other peoples conversations, as well as problems. I love her, I really do. However, her actions seem to be getting more dominant and aggressive day by day. I feel like a leftover pet she has to concern herself with, a good for nothing who doesn't have the higher social standing as her.
She's been very aggressive towards my worried behaviour, nothing was working for me anymore, not family not friends and not even school. My debating life was as hectic as a storm since I wasn't as dominant as the other people in the chosen committees. They always seem to push me over like a lost puppy.
I sighed, grabbing my back pack and proceeding onto my house's porch. My mom gave me a once over, proceeding to hug me even though she knew I was uncomfortable about her sole being in that moment.
After a lot of depressing events my parents decided to send me to a camping trip with a camp group for some relaxing time. However camping in the woods near the north seemed more like commiting suicide in the cold rather than having a relaxing time.
My family has been having quite some problems concerning their business, therefore as an only child I've been left alone for a considerably long period of time. You could say it started from the age of 6, and now at the age of 17 my parents still have no clue what to get me for my birthday other than those expensive rich brands every girl admires.
It's a waste to be honest. I don't desire much, just a loving family who gets along and goes on trips like all the other 90% population on earth.
My mother smiled at me, her rich perfume invading my nostrils, I cringed as she pulled away, for once I just wished she dressed up as a woman who wants to relax, and forget about all the fancy clothes and make up brands she always wears.
A shame she hasn't spent a lot of time with her only flesh and blood.
I sighed again, a crooked smile making its' way onto my face in order to assure my mom that I'll be fine without her, like I always have.
The yellow bus rolled in my driveway to pick me up. The colour almost sickening as it represented too much of a bright happy colour, everything I wasn't at the moment.
I seemed to be the last customer as an old man clicked the last name on the checklist while I got into the bus. As the doors closed, the bus shook like an earthquake causing me to fall over.
I didn't know that I'd be so much as protected from the hard surface of the ground, a relaxing effect that maybe there's someone to help me along my roughy road. I didn't have any time to settle myself in a decent position as a screech made its way into my ears.
I cringed again, my ears vibrating with the horrifying noise. I opened my dark blue eyes staring into the gold ones that brought tingles along my skin, goosebumps following them like ballerinas.
My rosy lips couldn't fanthom any words with the utter attractiveness in front of me. The man sneered as he pulled me up, his eyes hardening by every second. He let go of my arm, bruising it with the amount of force he held it with.
The screech made its' way into my ears again, however this time it seemed to form itself into words.
"How dare you!" The woman sneered. I gazed at her, inching myself closer to examine her more closely. She wore a yellow mini skirt as a red blouse placed itself on top of her push up bra. Talk about showing off more than necessary. And the style? Damn. Someone needs help.
Her face was caked in make up, unnatural as if she's been in it for several days. Her eyelashes were long, probably for the fact that they're fake like the way they look. Her hair seemed to be the only thing pleasant about her, they seemed to be a naturally blonde colour with brunette streaks.
