Misery
I was getting ready for school. I quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. I sigh. What was I really expecting? My parents to be home? A nice hot breakfast to actually be waiting for me? I grab a pop tart and eat it on my way to school. I'm almost to school when it starts down pouring.
Me: FUCK!!!
I toss the pop tart and take off running. I make it to school only half soaked. I walk into class and everyone looks at me and starts laughing. I drag myself to my seat, leaving a trail of water behind me. Unfortunately, this was nothing new. I was bullied a lot. Also didn't help every knew about my parent's fucking gambling problem. I bet my life they were at the casino right now. Class finishes and I head to my locker. Jake, Captain of the football team comes up slamming my locker door shut. My fingers getting caught in it.
Me: OWWW!
He and his friends start laughing before walking off. My eyes start swelling with tears and I rub my fingers. They were already starting to swell up. I hate everything about my life. I was only a month away from being out of this hellhole. I planned on moving away and never seeing my fucking parents again. I text my parents and they never respond. School goes by like normal but painful since my fingers still hurt. It was still pouring down when school ended. I planned on waiting until it let up.
Jake: Hey sorry about your fingers earlier.
I look at him weirdly. It's unusual for him to apologize. Suddenly, he had my backpack waving it in front of me. I reach for it when he pushes me down and flings it into the road and cars start running it over. I run out into the rain to get it almost getting hit by a car. I hurry back to the sidewalk. I try to put it back on when I see the straps are cut. I clutch it to my chest and walk home in the rain. I walk in the door and still no sign of my parents. I refused to be hungry again. I go in my room and start to pull out my hidden stash of cash from babysitting to find it empty.
Me: No! No! Nooooo!
I immediately call my mom. You can't be home for your child but come home and rob her?! It keeps ringing until it goes to voicemail. I hang up and call my dad. Luckily, he answered.
Dad: What?
Me: WHERE IS MY MONEY?!
Dad: You mean our money?!
Me: No that was my money!
Dad: Such an ungrateful child. Do we not feed you? Keep a roof over your head?
Me: Are you fucking kidding me?! There's no fucking food in the fridge now! I ate a fucking stale expired pop tart for breakfast! We have 3 eviction notices! I want my money!
He hangs up. I try calling back and he doesn't answer. I grab the vase and throw it at the window. I go to my room. My stomach growling. I got to the kitchen to get a glass of water. As the cups filling, the water stops. I slam the glass on the counter and log into the account to see the water was cut off. I was over it. I grab my laptop and head to a nearby bank and sit on the ground. It's something I do often just to survive. A receipt on the ground blows towards me. I subtly pick it up scanning it quickly before memorizing everything and start to type away on my computer. I take 20 bucks from the account transferring it to my account to get me something to eat. I stand up heading down the street to get me a burger combo meal and head to the park to eat it.
Me: Only one more month. Only one more month.
I keep saying it to myself to remind myself this wasn't going to be my life forever. I just had to hold out a little longer. I finish eating then head home.
I wake up the next morning, another day and my parents aren't home. Sure, this a perfectly normal life for a 17-year-old girl. Being evicted, being hungry, no water. What else could go wrong? The lights go out. I flip the switch on and off multiple times over and over again. I scream. I get dressed for school using my laptop light, which was equivalent to getting dressed in the dark. I leave the house and head to school. When I arrive Jake and his friends were waiting out by the front entrance. I try blending in with the other students going in but that didn't work. They see me and grab my up by my shirt.
Jake: God! You fucking stink!
Me: Leave me alone!
Jake: No! It's fun! Your miserable existence only makes it better!
Me: You'll get what you deserve one day!
Jake: From whom? You? You're imaginary friends and family?
Me: What are you?! Five?! Honestly, I'm surprised you even said that sentence right.
Jake: Are you calling me dumb?
Me: If the shoe fits!
He grabs me up by my shirt and slams me into a pillar. He punches me in the face.
Jake: Got a little fucking mouth on you today, huh?
He pushes me over the railing, and I fall hitting my head on the ground. I stand up dusting my clothes off and grab the back of my head.
Me: Stupid fucking asshole.
I hold my head making my way to class. I see Jake waiting outside my class. Fuck it. Not like anyone's going to miss me. I turn the corner and skip school for the day and head back home. I see the light on. Holy shit! They paid the bill?! I run inside to find my parents sitting on the couch looking frightened. I look to see a tall, muscular man standing there with a gun aiming at them.
