"I'm sick of it! You'd said you would be there for me but it's like your not even here!" I screamed. His eyes flashed hurt but then turned into anger. "Your putting this shit on me!? After everything we've been through? Your blaming me!?"
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"Y/n! Come downstairs! You'll be late for school, and I am not calling the school you're sick so you can skip!" My mom yelled from downstairs.
I groaned and grabbed my back pack. It was another day of this hell, Monday. Oh how much I hated that word. I look in my mirror and did some weird poses. I laughed at myself and walked out. My (f/c) converse made a little sound each time I stepped on the stairs.
I walked into the kitchen and started eating breakfast, my mother walked in with her glasses on and a black button up on with a tight pencil skirt. She walked over to me and help out her arm, "can you please button this?" She asked kindly. I nodded. She put on her beautiful necklace that my father gave her on their first date.
My mother was really beautiful I'm not going to lie, she's the woman every one wanted to be. Skinny waist. Perfect face. Pretty (e/c) eyes. No makeup needed. Well except lip gloss and mascara.
She looked at me and fixed my hoodie. "Did you iron this last night?" She looked up at me, "maybe." I smiled. She flicked my forehead and sighed. "Ow!" "Get in the car your going to be late!" She smiled and walked to the front door. I groaned and sat up,
Another day of hell coming right up.
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"Ms.L/N? Can you please come in?" The teacher said and I nodded. I walked in and looked at the class.
"Uh hello! I'm L/N Y/N. But you can call me Y/N, I hope we can be friends and get along!" I smiled and heard a lot of whispers.
"Oh we will get long just fine.." I heard a whisper and looked at a boy with a Smirk on his face. I gulped and sighed.
