“No, Mama, please don’t hit me! It was an accident, Mama, please don’t hit me!” cried six year-old Hannah, with a glimmer of hope that her mother, Delia Eberhart, wouldn’t slap her. “Mama, please it-” before she could finish Delia swung her hand with full force on Hannah’s left cheek. Hannah started crying even more, tears of pain and hurt running down her cheek. She could taste the salty tears reaching her mouth.
“You better be careful next time!” threatened Delia, “this vase cost me a fortune and you know with all these economic difficulties that we will never be able to replace this!”
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“Hannah, wake up it’s time to get ready for school!” yelled Hannah’s dad, Matthew Eberhart, from the kitchen, “it’s your first day of high school.”
“Huh? Oh. It was just a nightmare,” I murmured to myself as I got up and went to the bathroom. I walked up to the mirror and put on black eyeliner and mascara. Then walked up to my closet and opened the sliding door and took a look at my own clothes. All my clothes were black; jeans, t-shirts, jackets, and sweaters. I took out a pair of ripped, black skinny jeans, a black “Black Veil Brides” shirt, and a black sweater and quickly put them on. Then I picked up my black backpack from the cluttered floor and went downstairs to the kitchen.
“Good morning, Hannah!” Dad said attempting to start a conversation.
“Hey.”
“So, are you excited for school?”
“No. Bye.”
“Oh, okay, bye pumpkin, have a great first day of school,” he said and I turned around and glared at him. “Oh! That’s right; you don’t want me to call you pumpkin, sorry. Bye Hannah!” Without saying another word I took a donut off the table and headed out. I took out my iPod and blasted All Time Low as I ate my delicious, glazed donut. It was almost done by the time I got to the bus stop.
“Oh-no.” I sighed under my breath. There they were, the “popular” group, they had to go to the same high school I was going to this year? As if three years of middle school with them wasn’t enough. What were they doing? Wearing almost the same exact clothes as one another, haven’t they ever heard of a unique personality? Please don’t notice me-
“Oh, hey there Hannah, what you got there? Is that your breakfast? Don’t you think you’re fat enough?” giggled Marissa, the head bitch from the group. She took the donut form my hand and threw it on the ground, “Oops, my bad!” she lied as she giggled with her friends and got on the bus. I got on the bus right after them and took a seat in the front, close to the driver. They’re in high school now; they won’t be the “popular” people anymore, right?
The bus drove up to the school and everyone got out. I made sure I was last and that I tripped Marissa on her way out. She gave me an evil look but saw the bus driver, so she kept on going without saying anything.
I got out of the bus and went in the school. I got my schedule and went ahead to my first period class. I sat in the very back, away from the teacher, so she wouldn’t pick on me. As the students came in the class, one boy caught my attention. He was tall and had dark hair. He was wearing black jeans, converse, and a leather jacket. He looked at me, with those amazing blue eyes of his, for a second and smiled before he sat down in front of me. I quickly looked down before he noticed me blushing.
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