Aurora was on her bed, she was scrolling on her phone. Her daughter rushed in, she was smiling and extremely happy, eager to listen to what happened next.
"Mommy! What happened next in the story?!" Her daughter squeaked. Aurora looked at her and then she remembered… she didn't want to tell her daughter what happened, so she lied.
"Uhm, well… I went back home and the next day went to school, that's it, nothing new!" She lied, hoping her daughter would stop asking. "What next?!" Her daughter asked, "How about I say the rest tomorrow, okay?" I insisted.
Her daughter nodded and left the room. She was disappointed, but it was better than to tell her… well… here's what happened for clarity.
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I just came back from school, and as soon as I entered, I saw my parents glaring at me. My mother walked to me and grabbed me by the shoulder, and pushed me forward, and I stumbled and fell.
"Didn't I tell you to focus on your looks and studies?!" my mother yelled. I looked at my father, who was also glaring, unlike most of the time when he would stare into his phone or computer.
"What?" I whispered, getting up, I was holding my arm, which hurt; their glares felt like knives, it was clear that they were mad at me… but why?
"Who is Elliot?!" Her father yelled, his voice shook the house like an earthquake, I felt like I was small… insignificant… "He… He's a classmate," I managed to get out, my body shivering from the pressure and fear. "I'm not even interested in that loser!" I tried to clarify.
"WE DON'T CARE!! FOCUS ON YOUR GRADES AND LOOKS MEANS THAT NOTHING ELSE MATTERS, OKAY?!?!!" my mother yelled. It was unknown how they knew about him, but that question was answered when my mother pulled out her phone and showed me an Email from the teacher saying that Elliot and I worked together and got an A+.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM, AND IF YOU EVEN LOOK AT HIM! WE WILL MAKE SURE TO PUT YOU IN AN ALL-GIRLS SCHOOL!" My mom yelled, The idea doesn't seem bad… But I feel like I would lose something if they did do it…
I was about to walk to my room when my dad stopped me and took out his belt, hitting me with it… It left red marks on me… and the pain felt… numbing, like I was burning and that my sense of touch was destroyed temporarily.
After they were done, I walked to my room, stumbling, my eyes filled with tears, I was helpless… I then sat on my bed, and lay down, I cried and sobbed, Then… I fell asleep…
The next day, I got up, getting ready, wearing the usual oversized black hoodie, and skinny jeans to hide the bruises… and I put on light makeup to hide the dried tears, and I put some eye drops to humidify my eyes to hide the red tint.
I arrived at school, and when I entered, it was the usual, everyone and their happy lives… They try to one-up each other to try and feel like they are superior and happier… but they forget to appreciate what they have… I hate them…
I went into the class and sat at my desk. Elliot looked at me and gave me a slight wave. I ignored him. The idiot thinks I am his friend… Such a stupid nerd…
My face stoic as always… I felt sour in my throat… Like I want to talk… Like I want to complain, but no one can know…
"Are you okay?" Elliot asked, and I looked at him with a menacing glare. "I'm okay. So shut it, idiot… I'm not your friend; you should feel grateful to even be in my presence." I snarled, Damn my ego! It goes up when I'm sad! And goes down when I'm happy!!
His smile disappeared, and he looked away. He looked disappointed and sad, like I care…
The day went by fast. At lunch, I was sitting with my friends, they were complaining and yapping, such a headache… Can't they shut up… Reminds me of Elliot's mom… Just yapping without a care, about her son… Lovingly…
I got up, and stomped to the library, and when I got there… Finally… Peace and silence. But a voice cut me out of my thoughts.
"Hey!" I looked at where it came from, and it was Elliot again! Can't he leave me alone?! He put his hand on my shoulder, his face contained a smile… cute… NO! NOT CUTE AT ALL! UGLY!!
"What do you want?…" I growled, He sighed, and then removed his hand, "Well, you are in a really bad mood, so… Thought maybe you needed to cheer up!" he said enthusiastically. I wanted to punch him, but He's too cu- NOPE!
I rolled my eyes, avoiding the conversation, he persisted, it repeated until lunch finished and it was time to go back to class.