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Still
Beating
Chapter
1
I ran down the sidewalk the
cool nights wind ruffling my hair. I couldn’t remember
where I was as usual it was just a big blur! I stepped up the old
cement steps and into my apartment building the smell of alcohol
still lingered in the air! I think I was at a party but I had no
memories of it. I switched on the dim lamp that sat near the door
and walked into the living room my mom was passed out on the
couch a beer bottle still in her hand. I grabbed the bottle from
her hand and placed it on the table beside her, her breathing was
light and rapid. I put a blanket over her body then went down the
hall to my bedroom I could already fell my hangover coming on. I
forgot everything I did all I knew was I felt like crap! I laid
down into my cold empty bed and after hours of staring into space
trying to fall to sleep I realized I was never going to so I got
up and looked at the clock it read 5:45! I jumped into the cold
unforgiving water of the shower and got dressed for the day. I
didn’t have money for all the cool clothes the other kids
wear so I usually get them from hemi-down stores or dumpsters
around my apartment. I walked out the door of the apartment my
mom was still sleeping I couldn’t have the bus pick me up
in front of this nasty building so I always walked 30 minutes up
the street to a nicer richer neighborhood and waited at that bus
stop, all my friends thought I lived there! I got onto the bus it
was loud as usual I plastered on a fake scowl and walked to the
back of the bus were all the “popular kids” sat. I
sighed and started my fake conversation, using my fake voice, my
fake smile, my fake laugh, my fake attitude, my fake personality,
and my fake self!
I got home from school later that day and walked inside the house, my mom sat on the couch next to my dad, probably about child support since their divorced, my mom was obviously already drunk I looked down to the ground and took fast paced steps towards my room, but I was too late they spotted me my mom scowled getting up and walking toward me. She grabbed the collar on my shirt and pulled my towards her then she moved her hand to grasp my hair she pulled it so my ear was right up against her mouth.
“You dirty sl*t you think your so much better than me” She smelt horrible like she hadn’t bathed properly in days or like she had swam in a pool of beer and trash.
My dad stood up swiftly, “Ann,” He shouted her name.
“Get out,” She yelled back!
He looked at me with sorry eyes then left out the door into the frigid air of the winter night. My mom pulled my hair down to the ground making my body follow it she straddled me on the ground and with her nasty breath put her mouth up to my face.
“You think your better than me don’t you, your so stupid Charlotte!” She breathed.
She began to hit me over and over punching me and then began to get up and kick, taking every chance to pull my blonde silky hair. I refused to let any gasp come from my mouth, any tear fall from my eye, any whimper be released and this just made her angrier. After an hour of this brutal torment she got off of me and disappeared into the darkness of the living room leaving my on the floor. I got up and ran down the hall into my room pulling off my old shoes and wrapping my body in an old blanket I’ve had since I was little. I opened my wooden closet door and went in curling up on the floor in the blanket still refusing to show any pain to anyone even
me.
So I
did the first chapter as you can see! Haha Its boreing right now
but It will pick up! I really like how all the writers on witty
give a clue so I decided I would to and I decided I'd, unlike
all other writters who write from the victems point of veiw so
like the outcast in school I decided I'd write from the
"popular girls" point of veiw. But it has another twist
it shows how she doesn't have a perfect life and how the
saying "You know my name not my story" counts for
"populars" too! (Though it dosen't for all)
LOL!
Clue- "Is she dead?" -
Charlette!