Don't Judge Me (under extreme EDITING)

Chapter One

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(This book is NOT edited, so there WILL be mistakes)
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Nadia

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     Jolting slightly from the sound of my alarm, I slowly open my eyes to be met with the eerie darkness of my room. My clock reads 5:45, rolling my eyes I sit up trying to mentally prepare myself  for the long day ahead of me. I shuffle through my tiny room to grab the things I need to get ready. I open my small window, hoping that the smallest ounce of natural light will seep into my room. I open my door and creep quietly down the hallway hoping not to wake up my mother or sister. Just as I reach the bathroom door, I drop my hair brush on the ground and it makes a long "clank". I freeze in place not daring to make another sound. 

     You see, my mother wouldn't win the best mother award with her tactics in raising me. Ever since I can remember I have always been the mistake of the family. My mother never really cared for me like my older sister Carter. My life wasn't hell on earth until my father was put in prison. Before that, I lived a somewhat happy life. I was my father's favorite child, while my sister was my moms favorite. I have two older brothers but Carter and I are the youngest, so we automatically got special treatment. But when my father was sent away, everything took a turn for the worse. My mother blamed me for my dad being arrested. I was only 10 at the time, her words devastated me. On top of her blaming me for my father's incarceration, she abused me mentally and physically. I am called monkey, gorilla, fat, pig, and anything else you can think of on a daily basis. I used to get beat everyday up until I was around 14. Sometimes, if I fuck something up, my mother and sister will gang up on me. I do everything in power, like waking up at 5:45 in the morning to avoid any contact with those two. I like to think that if I'm out of their sight and mind, I'll have a small chance of happiness.

I look at the time noticing it's 6:30, I rush grabbing my belongings and head out the door. I don't mind getting up before everyone else. It gives me time to myself to think and reflect on my life without any interruptions. Everyday, I walk about a mile to get to school. The walk is always calming, I watch as the sun rises slowly and brings a blanket of pink and orange cotton like clouds behind it. The sun rising is always my favorite part of my the day. I walk while taking in the beautiful display of nature all around me until I reach my destination. I make my way across the semi empty parking lot and enter into the building.

Today is the first day of my sophomore year of high school. My school life isn't too bad, I have friends that I love and hangout with. The only thing I hate about school is my sister and her minions. Carter will constantly pick on me to make herself look big and bad. I would fight back but that would just make my home life even more miserable. So, I just let her have her 2 seconds of fame.

I look at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, insuring that my hair is perfect and there is nothing on my face or teeth. My eye stumbles across the small gash sitting right on top of my jawline. I flinch as my finger tips graze across it lightly. I sigh remembering back to yesterday when Carter pushed me down the steps. My head hit the railing on the way down causing a screw to slice into my jaw. The bleeding stopped before I went to bed but the wound is still raw. Pushing the thought into the back of my mind, I step away from the mirror while smoothing down my shirt. Just as I step out into the hallway, the first bell rings signaling to students that they have 15 minutes to make it to class. I make my way to the front office hoping to get a copy of my schedule for the year. I step up to the front desk while giving the desk attendant a small smile.

Nadia (N) : "Good morning, I was wondering if you could print off my scheduled. I missed the back to school day."

Desk Attendant (DA) : "Sure sweetie, what's your name and student ID?"