shy

*ding* *ding* my alarm woke me in a startle. i start my new highschool today, which i’m not looking forward too. just the thought of it makes me want to puke. my imagination ran wild as i thought of all the possibilities that could happen. i took a deep breath and turned on the shower, it’s currently 7:15 so i have about an hour to get ready. after my shower i dried my hair and slipped on a pair of black leggings. an oversized grey sweater, and some black converse. i pulled my chestnut brown hair in a low ponytail leaving some peices to frame my face. i grabbed my backpack got my phone, and just when i got at the top of the stairs i stopped. knowing what i would have to face. i sighed, i quickly sped walk toward my front door, just as i was about to grab the door knob a rough hand gripped my elbow.

“where do you think you are going?” my father said through gritted teeth.

“i- i- i have s-school” i gulped. i can barely breath. i’m on the verge of a panic attack. i just hope he will leave me alone.

“jesus your so pathetic!” he scoffed and pushed me into the door and sped off into the kitchen.

i took that moment to run out of the house just as i got to the end of my street i collapsed. i put my hands over my ears in an attempt to soothe the ringing of his voice in my ears. as soon as i calmed down i stood up, feeling a little lightheaded. i suddenly tasted a salty substance.

tears. i didn’t even realize i was crying. i quickly wiped them away and headed towards school. which i was now going to be late too thanks to my father. i don’t have a car because my father doesn’t want to “waste money on me” apparently. which is fine i like walking, it’s the only time i’m somewhat at peace. yet i always find myself peaking over my shoulder. always looking to see if he’s following me. i sighed and walking towards what appeared to be the office doors.