01 – DETENTION

Mondays or mornings are horrible because I have to prepare for another hellhole, but then some say the constant setting of alarms and waking up early are the fun of high school. Urrgh! No offence but Tasha begs to differ.

I switched off the snoozing alarm tossing away my bed covers; I walked to the bathroom stealing a quick glance at myself in the mirror. I gasped at my hideous self. I looked horrible with some bruises on my face; you could just say I was ugly. I mean, who wouldn’t be when you have a psychopathic ex.

I took a quick shower and scanned through my clothes for something decent to wear, I was just too outdated with everything. I shipped a high-waist jeans with a sleeveless top plus a denim jacket, I applied a moderate make-up which help to cover my bruise, slipping on my regular converse I grabbed my backpack and headed downstairs.

Once upon a time we were once rich until dads’ accident. The only thing that managed to scream rich was our beautiful house.

“Tasha, I promise not to drink again. I got caught up in the moment”. My mom says taking a sip from her coffee, I smiled a sad one. She says that every time she gets drunk so I won’t consider sending her to rehab, kudos to my aunt for that.

“You say that every time mum but you still do the same…. Sin,” I made sure to mumble the last part, I pressed two pills of...