I got up, my head feeling as though it was about to explode. I hurt all over. Why is this happening to me? Why does he have to be so horrible to me?
Ever since mom left with my brother, Valentine hated me. His pure hatred started showing when i was about 8, a slap here, a slap there. By 10, there were bruises. I am 15 now, and it keeps getting worse and worse.
However, covering the new bruises and pretending to not feel the pain have become part of my routine now.
I slowly get out of bed and the first thing i do is look in the mirror. I have dark circles underneath my eyes from all the sleepless nights wasted on my crying over things that are not going to change. As time passes, you kind of learn to deal with it as it is, no questions asked.
That is exactly what I do. I get out of bed and start off by putting my school uniform on. Today is the first day back to school. The only thing I am looking forward to is seeing Simon again. Also annoying the teachers. I love arguing with them. Actually, I love arguing full stop.
Well anyways, after my uniform is on, i sort my bag out. My school has this stupid rule that you have to show your school equipment to your form teacher in the morning. Pointless!! But whatever, school has only just started and I do not want to argue first thing in the morning.
When I'm done in my room, I go into the bathroom to cover my bruises and then go into the kitchen to get some breakfast. Valentine is long gone to work, having left at 7 already. Just then do I look at the time. 8.30. Unbelievable! I'm already late and we've judt came back from the summer holiday! Ughh!
I look through the cupboard until I find a bag of sweets. I guess that will do for lunch.
Then, I quickly lock the door and start sprinting down the road in order to get to school and not be too late. The fact that I live 20 minutes away, however, is probably not going to help.
Oh well. What a great start of the day!