Mia~~
I woke up to my hair sticking to my face and I feel like shit right now with dried blood on my face. it's nothing new.
I tried standing up but pain shoots up from my leg to my thighs , I guess I have to crawl again today. I gently gathered myself and crawled to the bathroom then I turned the shower on to wash the blood off me.
I smell like a rotten two days egg , yuck but that's what I think I smell like. The pain subsided as the water touched every part of my body , this is my everyday routine. I just get beaten up for nothing by my mom and I just sit coiled up by the wall and sleep off. I wonder when all these is going to end , I am tired physically , mentally and emotionally. I just want to go to my dad , I miss him. Ever since he died mom changed always beating me up at the slightest mistake but what's worse? I never hated her for it. After all she is my mom right? yeah.
I placed my hand on the wall for support and I carefully stood up and limped my way out of the bathroom. I dried myself and rummaged through my closet , you can't actually call it a closet since it only consists of five band tees , a tank top that already has a lot of holes than I can count , a hoodie that I wear more often to cover my bruises and three faded jeans. Sighing deeply I picked the hoodie and one of my faded baggy jean and wore it in haste. I packed up my brown hair in a bun and limped downstairs to find mom passed out on the couch , I just shook my head lightly and walked out the door.
Breathing in the fresh air made me feel a little better as I walked to school earning stares here and there. It has always been like that , I'm not the most likable person because I may or may not have the tendencies to make people hate me at first sight.
Not my fault though
It just happens
But do I care? Yes , I do.
I don't like being judged , I've always felt out of place among people but saying it to my face hurts me more so I just do my best to not cross paths with anyone. I walked into the school and kept my head down if I don't want to be the subject of gossip this early on a Monday morning. I accidentally bumped into a stone hard chest and I fell flat on my butt. What the hell? I was damn angry but can I ever get angry at anyone? I doubt that , I've always been weak because I literally can't stand up for myself. If I could , I would have kicked a lot of asses by now.
I looked up and I gasped at the sight of two grey eyes that are looking at me blankly , I would have drooled at the pretty face in front of me if my stomach didn't start aching. Wow , way to bright up one's morning. Can't get any better.
" help me...up ... please? " I asked unsure because this boy/man in front of me seems like he'd rather be anywhere but here. Tapping his foot gently he stretched out his arm and I grabbed it then he pooled me up swiftly but I didn't miss the sudden spark I felt when he held my hand.
" Thanks " I mumbled
" Watch where you're going , you might hit your head next " he said and wanted to walk away but I held his arm , feeling the spark again. What's that? I don't know where the courage came from but this is the first time in years someone actually told me to watch out , I at least have to know his name so I can put it in my diary.
" What is your name? " I asked slowly not sure if he'd be willing to tell me.
" Ace " he said and walked away. His name is just as hot , manners young lady.
I walked to my locker to get my books all the while still thinking about pretty boy. I closed my locker after getting my things only to be met by a blonde girl in front of me looking like a lost puppy.
"Can I help you?" I asked not quite sure of why she was standing in front of me.
" I'm new here and I can't seem to find my way around the school. Can you show me to where history class is? " She said and I couldn't help but open my mouth slightly , it's the first time someone actually asked me something quite nicely so I was surprised and to think that this pretty girl is actually talking to me is just so unreal.
" Umm...o..of..of course , I have his...history too " I managed to squeak out, gosh why did I have to stutter? I let out an embarrassed smile and I know by now my cheeks would be as red as a tomato. I motioned for her to follow me and we both walked to class in an awkward silence , as we entered all eyes were on both of us and I almost prayed to be six feet under. I can't handle stares , this is why I try my best to come to class early.
Sighing deeply , I managed to walk to my seat which is at the back since I literally am more like an outcast in the school , the Blondie sat beside me and flashed me an appreciative smile.
" Thank you... what's your name? " She asked and my jaw dropped again , nobody ever tried knowing my name.
" Mia... Mia Carter " I said lowly , I wonder if she heard or not.
" Nice name , I am Rhee. Nice to meet you Mia, friends?" She asked with a wide grin and I couldn't quite understand if she actually said that or not.
"Friends?" I asked not sure if she actually meant it. I never had friends and I've always wanted one , I wanted to know how it felt like to have friends but because I am not someone very sociable I didn't get to have any friend talk more of friends.
" Yes of course " she replied almost immediately.
" Uh..sure " I placed my hand in hers and she shook it and I just scratched the back of my head nervously. People were passing us weird glances and she just glared at them with such intensity that they all went back to what they were doing.
