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Satan is my father OUT!!!
I'm out bitches - Tamaki16
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=205227201 (what she is wearing today (Thanks to Tamaki16)).
I walk out of my drab indigo room towards the kitchen where dinner was being served.My dad, John Smith, walked over to me angrily and said, “Get those headphones out of your ear, it’s disrespectful! Wipe that eyeliner off, it’s too dark. Your caring father has gotten you a scholarship to Ouran Academy. Do this family proud for once in your life”
I look angrily up at my dad. “I will do no such thing! You bastard! You don’t think about what I want. You just want to make money and look rich you filthy golddigger!” I quickly grab my bowl of food and rush up to my room before he can do anything about it.
Slamming my door shut, I put my headphones back in, turning them up to the appropriate volume. I sigh and look down at my dinner, reheated pizza from yesterday. Why do my parents eat different food to me, they go out to dinner most nights, just the two of them and leave me to my own devices. I took some money out of my mums wallet and ordered a delivery pizza, mum is used to this so she know that scolding me won’t change my actions.
After finishing my pizza, I place the bowl on my desk. I return to my sketchbook and continue my drawing of a wolf that I have been working on for a couple weeks. I finally finish my masterpiece, revealing a wolf, looking off into the distance.
I place my pencil case back into my black bag, alongside my black laptop and usb drives. I go to grab my sketchbook when my door is thrown open, revealing my angry father. He stumbles over to me, obviously drunk, he grabs my wrist, spits in my face before yelling
“YOU WORTHLESS BITCH!”
And that my friends, is why I hate my parents.
THE NEXT DAY
Running out of my “loving” household, I make my way towards the taffy coloured school. The fresh morning air blowing against my face as I walk through the school gates towards reception.
“Hello dear, how may I help you” a sweet lady says as I walk in.
“I am Danni Smith, the new scholarship student”
“Ah yes! From Australia correct?”
I nod and give her my best smile…..fake.
The lady hands over my timetables and locker number information, I thank her and make my way towards my locker. Turning one of the many corners of the school or labyrinth is what I think fits it better, finally I find my locker. Number 0350, well at least that is easy to remember. I walk over and literally punch in my code, placing my bag in my locker, before closing it, and turning around. I am greeted by a group of men, they all look like gangsta wannabe’s, one pushes me into a corner, and grabs me by my collar, “Who do you think you are walking around this school you lowly peasant!.” Retorting calmly I say "Who the fuck do you think you are grabbing by the collar acting like some gangsta wannabe” he growls, when one man yells “Teach the bastard a lesson!” The man holding me goes to punch me in the face, but a voice yells “Stop!” I look over (remember with a fist inches from my face) to see a blonde man standing there, with a worried expression on his face, this quickly turns into googly eyes…..HELPFUL!. While the man is distracted, I kick him where the sun don’t shine and yell at him “FUCKING BOGAN” before running over to the blonde man, I grab his hand and run out of the ‘gangs’ sight. We stop running and I look at him and say “Why are you trying to help me, you could’ve gotten hurt” he looks me up and down, “You're crazy, you have no idea what that gang could’ve done to you”
The blondie grabs my wrist and says “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“I am not hurt, I am fine”
“You are not fine, you have a bleeding nose, and a scratch on your arm”
Instantly my hands fly up to my nose, I feel a sticky liquid envelope my hands I look down and my eyes widen in shock….Must’ve happened when they smashed me against the lockers. He grips his hand firm on my wrist and pulls me urgently to music room 3 wherever that is.ns 126.96.36.199da2