"You are such a whore! You don't even deserve Ryan!" I ran around the corner of the hall through people and hear Mary scream. There I saw my best friend, Kat crouching on the ground covering her face with her back against the lockers. Just a Mary pulled her arm back to throw a punch, I ran up behind her and dug my nails into her scalp grabbing her fake yellow hair and yanking the bitch so hard it caused her head to snap back with such force she was sent back and fell down.
"Mary!" her two skanky friends screamed running to her aid.
"You okay?" I asked Kat while extending my hand down to help her up.
"Yeah, thanks" she said shakily.
"You bitch!" screamed Mary holding the back of her head.
"Fuck off or I'll get my knife!" I hissed. Mary glared at me and then walked off into the crowd of scattered students. "So what was that all about? I heard something about Ryan" I asked Kat. Ryan is Kat's boyfriend and I can't say I particularly like him but whatever. Ryan is a jock while Kat is bubbly and is amazing at playing bass and acoustic. We have a band called The Damsels' of Destruction and I sing and Willow plays drums and Zora plays guitar, we play when we have time.
"Mary doesn't want me dating Ryan" she sighed as we walked towards the parking lot.
"Well tough shit!" I said making her laugh.
"Hey sexy bitches!" screamed Zora leaning against her black convertible Mustang, she worked so hard to save up for that car and it was worth it. Willow was sitting in the back waving and I waved back smiling. We walked over and headed off to Willow's, today everyone was free so we would practice and the only place we can practice at is Willow's because her mom supports us and treats us as her own. My parents hate me and Kat's want her to be a lawyer, Zora's foster parents don't really care about her so..Willow's it is! Her mom hugged us when we got inside and went to the garage to play. When we finished I went home and saw my mom watching tv with Darrell. They got married when I was 8 and they had a daughter (Abbey, 11) and a son (Jacob, 10). I never met my dad and for a while it was just me and mom, then she met Darrell and my life crumbled. I'm invisible to my mom and Darrell beats me on a daily basis. Darrell walked over to me and punched me in the face and I stumbled back but remained on my feet. "You're late! You had your mother worried sick!" he screamed in my face. I looked over to where my mother was sitting and she sat there emotionless.
"She doesn't look worried to me" I mumbled but immediately regretted speaking. " I didn't m.." I began to say but was interrupted by Darrell's hand slapping me.
"Smart ass! Get outa my face!" he yelled and I obeyed. I ran upstairs to my room and plopped on the bed and cried silently until I fell asleep.