I woke up almost instantly when my alarm when off. I looked around my room. I stretched, satisfied when my back and neck popped, and got up off my bed and over to my dresser. I quickly opened the drawer with my skirt. I then grabbed my shirt off the hanger. I dressed in a sweatshirt with RIOT across it and a black skirt that hits just above my knees. I went to the bathroom and curled my hair, put on my makeup, diamond stud earrings and quickly painted my nails. I came out of the bathroom and slipped on my just above ankle combats and laced them up. I pulled on my beanie and looked at the clock which read 8:55. I still have 15 minutes left so I run downstairs and grab a bagel. I quickly cover it in cream cheese and grabbed my bag before running out the door. As I walked to school -Lexford High- I ate on my bagel and listened to Panic! At The Disco. Once i reached the school I looked around for my best friend Tate. When I finally spotted him he was in a gray and white mid elbow shirt with red shorts, black vans, his backpack and a black beanie. I walked over to where he was by the oak tree. "Hey Tate." I chirped. "Hey Jamie." he said while stifling a yawn. "How are you so cheerful at this time of morning. Its inhuman." he teased. "Well i'm sorry we all can't be grouches when we wake up." I quipped. "Excuse me, but I am not a grouch, you are just too hyper." he retorted. Remembering my bagel in my hand, I took a bite. "I want some!" Tate said before taking the bagel out of my hand. I glared up at him, considering my 5'5 frame and his 5'10 frame. "Give. It. Back." I continued glaring. "Hmm. Why should I?" he asked just as my stomache rumbled loudly. His expression suddenly turned worried. "When was the last time you ate?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. I thought and thought but could not remember. "Well?" he asked. I just shrugged, looking at the ground. I heard a deep sigh and soon I was brought into his arms, his chin rested on my head and my head rested on his chest. "Why?" his once concern laced voice was now instead laced with sadness. "Wasn't hungry I guess." "You guess?" I just shrugged and thought back to the weekend.
-Flashback-
I heard my mom call me downstairs, and when I got there she was dressed in a royal blue dress that hit above her thigh, was in just small strips, showing off a lot of skin, fishnet leggings and leather boots that hit an inch above her knees with a 4 inch heel. "Yes, mom?" I asked, terrified of what she was going to do/say. "What did I say about calling me 'Mom' you will address me as 'mother' you hear me you worthless waste of space." she snapped before backhanding me and sending me to the ground. I got back up as I was supposed to. "Now, I am going out and will not be back for a while. I want you to stay in the house and be quiet." I mumbled something and she pushed me down before kicking me multiple times. "Do not backtalk me young lady." My body hurt and I felt like screaming and crying but I knew that would make it worse but I couldn't stop the strangled sob that crawled up my throat and past my lips. She snarled. "Pathetic. You are a pathetic freak." she got a good kick to the back of my head and I screamed in agony, making it worse. She kicked and stomped on me. She then picked me up and threw me in my 'timeout room' which was a cupboard under the stairs which consisted of an old cot and a coloring book and crayons. Also in the tiny room was something only I knew about. Under the cot was a small knife and when I grabbed it I took it to my thigh and carved. The word I carved was FREAK because that is what I would always be. A freak. A pathetic freak.
-End of flashback-
When I came back to the present time I was on the ground and heavely breathing. I soon realized I was hyperventilating. The last thing I heard before everything went black was a beautiful voice yell "Jamie!"