Unknown Love

Stupid Mondays

I slowly wake to my alarm blaring in my room. The sound of the sweet Jonas brothers rings in my ears. I slowly sit up and start to adjust my eyes to the burning sun. "Ugh. Mondays." I say to myself as I get out of bed.

You're probably wondering who I am. Well i'm Kacey. I just turned 15 and I just moved in with my dad. My mom was abusive and I was being severely bullied when I lived with her. Honestly L.A is better than New York. I had glasses and braces, but recently got them removed. Over the summer I lost over 50 pounds. I weighed 200ish and now i'm down to 148. 

Anyways I have long brown natural hair and brownish green eyes. I'm only 5'2 so im very short. I was born into a middle class family but when I turned 8 my parents got divorced. My mom then became an alcoholic and abused me. When I was visiting my dad over Christmas he notice some of the scars and bruises and since then he's been fighting for me in court.

I heard my dad yell, "Stacy are you up?" At that moment I started opening the door and making my way down the stairs. I reached down there and grabbed my keys and headed towards my car.  In New York you get your license at 15 so when I moved to L.A it came with me. 

I'm halfway to the door before my dad hands me a water bottle and a granola bar. "I love you, have a good day." He says while hugging me. I return the hug and grab the items in his hand before I walk out.

I get into my car and turn on "Without Me" by Halsey.  My car is a 2018 grand eclipse so my phone connects to it. I started backing out of my fathers driveway jamining to my song. Just then my best friend, who lives in L.A calls me.

"Hey, can you pick me up?" She says into the phone.

"Of course! Your mom already called me and asked me. Im on my way now." I say getting a simple reply of "Okay".

I pull up to her house and wait for her. I was deep in thought before she starts banging on my window. "Open the dang door." She screams.

I let her into the car and drive. 

"Cas." I say, shorting her long name of Cassy.

"Yea?" She replies looking at me.

I'm not really sure what I was going to ask. So I just start to say something random. "Are the kids at our school nice?" I say honestly scared that the answer will be no. She doesn't say anything so I assume thats a yes. 

I pull up to the school about 10 minutes early. Cas leads me to the office where I grab my schedule and locker information. I head to my locker and put my coat in. Just then a tall tan guy comes towards me and puts his arm up locking me in between him and the locker. "Yes?" I say.

He looks around with a smirk on his face. I then look around and notice no one here yet. I slowly gulp. He notices it and slowly starts rubbing all up on my small frame. I yelp and he just goes faster. He starts to kiss my neck. I was trying to push him off but he kept getting on me.

"Please don't I say," Trying to get him off of me. "it can't happen again." But he doesn't get off of me. In fact, he smirks and presses up on me. I feel his hand go towards my pants. I feel him slowly start to unzip my pants. "Help!" I scream.

That only made him mad. He quickly smacked me in the face. I start to cry slightly. Quietly thanking myself I didn't wear makeup today. Suddenly he's off of me. I slowly open my eyes, not even knowing I had shut them, to see a new guy on top of him. Punching him. I try to stop him but my feet feel like they are glued to the ground.

Then with a blink of an eye he's being pulled off of the guy. I notice the person pulling him off as the principal, Mr. Swing.  "Sean to my office now!" He yells at the guy i'm assuming to be Sean. Then he looks at the guy who was assaulting me and says, "You to, Jace."

I slowly make my way to science hearing whispers like, "New girl, New slut," Or "poor girl! Jace must have hurt her." That was true. But it didn't really hurt. Back home in New York worse happened. I'm just happy that Sean kid stopped it. I finally made my way to science. I take my seat and close my eyes as I fall asleep. This is why I hate mondays. Stupid. Stupid Mondays.