Be Okay

0.5

"If you dangle that diploma and I deck you don't be surprised." The sound of Melanie Martinez's 'Alphabet Boy' was finally heard with the sound of soft whimpers after a series of screaming and the found of flesh getting hit over and over.

"Now get ready for school, idiot!" A male voice slurred from one too many drinks before it left down into the hall muttering about the trashed house.

Charlotte drowned out the sound of her dad talking with the sound of her heart beating in her ears.

Slowly rising to her feet, she stumbled over the broken glass of Hennessy that was she was beat with before it was finally cracked over her head.

Going no into the dimly lit bathroom, she checked her face.

A tiny scratch was under her eye but you couldn't see it unless you got up close and personal.

She didn't check her upper arms, legs, stomach, or any thing else that could be could be covered because she already knew bruises and cuts littered the areas.

Red, tired eyes stared back at her with its under eye circles, wild curls, and slightly red and worn face.

She was tired of living this way.

Sighing, she went back to her room, once again stumbling over the glass and moving to her closet.

Grabbing a pullover, jeans, lace up sneakers, and her backpack struggling to hold the heavy bag, she goes back into the bathroom to finish her routine.

Hurrying, she pulls her backpack on as quick as she can, ignoring the pain and running out of the house avoiding her father.

She pulls out her phone and starts playing a remix of 'Soap and This Is Gospel' on her way to school, the wind tugging slightly at her curls.

She then realizes how heavy the bag really is and how it's hurting her worse.

"Only a few more blocks then I can head into class and sit down." She whispers softly to herself.

Her song soon changed to 'Monster' by Paramore.

Finding herself at the steps of the school she tries to mentally and physically prepare herself the the five dreaded steps.

With slight difficulty, she makes it up the steps and into school passing by different groups of kids.

Going to her locker she notices Piper, the girl who helped her in gym class previously when she had gotten hit in her bruised side with a dodgeball, wave at her.

Waving back at her, she notices she's caught the attention of the group Piper was with.

A tall boy with his hair pulled back by a SnapBack looked at her with intimidating brown eyes.

A slightly shorter boy with curly hair smiled at her.

Two girls, one with long bone straight brown hair and the other with loosely curled red hair gave her a nod.

Nodding at the group as a hello, she turns around before she see's more people joining the group and takes a Literature book out of her locker before she heads to her first class of the day.

"Hi! My name is Mr. Blu! You must be Charlotte?" Mr. Blu questions.

"Y-yes. That's me." She whispered.

"It's nice to meet you, Charlotte. Your teacher has left on short notice which is why she isn't here today. She switched the seats before she left to prevent a lot of talking from a certain group. Your seat is now in the back row by the window on the left."

I bet that was a mouthful Charlotte thought.

She weaved through some desk and finally sat down taking of her heavy backpack, leaning over her desk trying to ease the pain from her bruised back.

Ill bet Mrs. Jones moved to New York because of her husbands job, which is why she left all of a sudden.

Hearing the bell ring after 3 minutes of resting, she got ready for all the idiocy she was about to soon endure in what was now Mr.Blu's class.