"I love your outfit! How much did it cost? Oh lemme guess!! Dollar Store Designer??"

I tried to avoid making eye contact, I just kept walking. As I felt further away, I could hear their laughs echo in the school halls. Kristina and her friends always picked on me.

Ever since my mom died, I haven't been able to afford anything. Especially since James is spending all our money on beer, drugs, and gambling. He refuses to spend a single penny on me. James is the man who killed my mom.. who didn't care for her or love her ever. The man who got drunk and threw glass plates at the neighbors kids for fun. The man I thought at one point, early in my life, that I should call my dad.

Once I got to class, I felt all eyes on me. I know I'm late again, but so what? Tardiness is the most retarded thing to exist. It doesn't mean anything! It doesn't mean I'm some kind of monster. but my fucking asshole teacher decided to yell at me in class, again.

"REMY!! FOR THE LAST TIME!! TARDINESS ISN'T A "FASHION" FOR TEENS!! IT'S TAKEN VERY SERIOUSLY HERE!! NEXT TIME, I'LL SEND YOU A CALL BACK HOME!!", Mr. Daniel shouted.

just shut the fuck up.. I don't care..
well I guess I should. If he calls James... I'll have to expect a worse punishment than I got last week.

"Ok Sir." I said, trying to ignore the kids who quite obviously were laughing from the back of the classroom. I walked quietly towards my seat, by the back window, and slowly pulled my hood over my head to cover up some scars and embarrassment at the same time. I leaned over the window and looked out the window quietly as Mr. Daniel continued the Physics Lesson.

I don't want to go back home today.

It's been almost 6 years since mom died, and I still have dreams and PTSD from that one day... over and over and over again.

After class, I noticed that some of the teachers who usually stay at the front desk, were gone.

Now I can finally take a break from this hell.

I ran out the front door, and luckily nobody noticed my invisible dark shadow for even a second as I headed out the door. I walked to the closest place I knew, the place where I usually went to clear my mind. I'm too scared to go home now.. I walked to the drug store and picked out my favorite flavor vape, Watermelon.

A new one will do nicely with my collection.

"Hey, wheres your ID?" the cashier said. He looked as if he'd despised me in every way possible.

Of course I'm not old enough to legally buy a vape.

"Sorry sir?"

"ID?! You're holding a packaged vape. I don't know where you got it, whether it was from here or from home, but it's not meant to be in a kids hand like yours!"

oh good.. he didn't see me grab it. This should be easy

"Oh! Hah! I appreciate your concern sir but this isn't mine. My alcoholic dad forced me to come here and switch out his vape because I bought the wrong flavor.."

He suddenly looked confused.

"Y-Your dad is alcoholic?"

"yeah.."

"Oh, I'm sorry bout that young lady. Well I'll let you pick out the right vape and be in your way."

"thankyou sir!" I said smiling. Of course I wasn't really that happy. But if he didn't see it, he wouldn't believe it.

Once I got out, I sat on the brick walls of the gas station, away from the front, and began unpackaging my new Vape.

I blew out a few of the toxic smoke clouds calmly.
It made me feel dizzy.. and high. My favorite feeling.
The closest to happy atleast..

I got so high that it took me almost half an hour to realize the missed calls from school.

hmm?

As I picked up my phone, ready to dial back the school number, James began calling. My heart raced. I wasn't ready to be punished yet. I stuffed my vape into my sweatshirt pocket, and ran. I wanted to leave my phone there really bad, in fear that James would track me down, but I couldn't loose it. If something bad were to really happen, I'd need it for help.

I ran for hours until i couldn't feel my legs. I took a break from running, to catch my breath. Until next thing I knew, my face lied on the concrete. As i tried focusing my vision, I noticed a familiar car pulling up infront of me. But before I could identify who's it was, I passed out.