"Aa asahi wa nobour biru no tanima. Ima shinji…" I was singing in the hall when the teacher Sesshomaru passed me, pulled out one of my headphones and said "No music in the hall. Especially with that singing." As he walked away I licked my tongue at him. "Saw that." He said looking down at his papers he had in this hand. "God! He is always on me about something!" I say in my head. I walked out of the school and head home. Home… the place I hate the most.
As I examined through the window before I came inside. I saw my mom was sitting on the couch with a half empty bottle of beer next to her. "Great she has been drinking! That's never a good sign!" I said in my head. I didn't see father yet, co he must have still been at work. I walked into the house as quietly as possible, but the door slammed shut and my mom heard me. She walked over to me in a drunken manner.
She stared at me with her red, drunken eyes and said "What no hello? Do I have to do everything? Hello, daughter!" Her breath stunk badly and her words slue together. "Hello mother." I said looking down. She slapped me and said "head up when you talk." I rubbed my cheek slowly as I slowly lift my head with an evil look in my head.
"That's better… now I heard you had a test today… do you know your grade?" she said. Her voiced annoyed me so much. "Yes… I got an A-." she slapped my even harder. "Not good enough! A pig can do better!" I wanted to argue saying that I got the highest in the class, which I did, but I kept my mouth shut. "Get upstairs! You lazy good for nothing hoe!" she said as I walked up the stairs.
When I got to my room I looked in the mirror and there were two long scratches on my face from my mom's wedding ring. Tear rolled down my cheek and as the trailed down my face and reached the scratches it would burn. I got out two bandages and put them on my face. I went to go take a shower. As I undressed you couldn't see hand marks, scratches, and bruises on me, but was I took a shower all the makeup and cover-up were washed away. My body embarrassed me.
I had gone to sleep that night without any dinner because my mom said that dinner makes pig fatter. Every hurtful word would soon flush out her head, the marks would soon be healed, but I worry about my heart. Will my heart recover?