As I walked the halls, no one noticed me. I was invisible; people bump into me as I sway from side to side from the force of rushing people. I pulled my hood farther down my face. It had already covered my eyes and now it was covering most of my nose. I pulled my sleeves down trying to cover the bruises on my hands and arms. I hated my life but was forced to live it there was one person that needed me to be strong. My little sister.
We were short on money because my mother had used it for drug, dad was dead, my step-dad abused me and my little sister and there was no escape. My little sister was eight and constantly bugged me to turn our step-dad in to the police. But I knew he would kill us if I did. There was no was to free ourselves and I did all I could to protect her. I took most the beatings and followed his every command. Mostly he would drink two six packs of beer before beating me and it hurt. He aimed mostly for the face and ribs but he would hit other places such as my legs if I tried to shield myself.
He hated me and thought I was useless and ungrateful; he didn't go a single day with out reminding me. I would constantly cry myself to sleep every night then get up early to do my normal routine of getting Carmen, my sister up, getting her dressed, make breakfast, clean dishes, shower, dress in my normal jeans, t-shirt, and black hoodie, put make-up on to hide the bruises and cuts from the night before and the it was off to school, dropping Carmen off on my way and then picking her up and going home.
I rushed into the class room and quickly shook he thoughts of my pour excuse of a life and walked to the back of the classroom, in the corner where my desk was alone and abandoned, no one dared to try and sit near me our talk to me. I was a freak.
"Isabella" I winced at the name.
"Yes?" I mumbled quietly hoping, the teacher whose name I can't remember couldn't, hear me.
"I was calling role." he sighed.
"Okay…" I said in a low voice.
He shook his head and continued too call out students names when a new boy walked in. He had hair the color of a bronze penny and the face of an angel.
"Ahh, Mr. Mason. I was expecting you. You can have a seat anywhere." the teacher said.
"Okay." the angel looked around before his eyes landed on mine and he walked towards me. I sunk back in my seat a little farther and hoped he would turn to a different direction. Yet my hopes were quickly crushed when he took the seat right next to mine. It was going to be a long semester unless he came to his senses and was by someone else by tomorrow.