DEAR CRUSH

usually woke up due to the sound of the rosters crow that drifted through my window or the sound of my ringing alarm but this morning i was woken by raised voices of insult and argument.

"Idiot"

"Nonsence"

Worthless beast"

"Prostitute"

The insult continued accompanied with sound of broken dishes and flower vase hitting agaist the tiled floor.

"its mum and dad again" I muttered and sprand up from the bed rushing to the bathroom for a quick shower. I wouldnt want to waste my time in the name of settling coflict and separating fight because the last time i did I received two heavy blows and a thunderous slap from both parties beside i was not going to let my both parent ruin my day or make me late for my new school.

My name is Janelle Zenith, seventeen years old with long dark hair and tan skin.

My family is that of the middle class (not rich and not poor). I grew up to realize my family was different from others, no peace, love, respect or care just crumbled. I mean so crumbled.

In less than twenty minutes i was ready for school dressed in a black skirt and pink turtled neck top. I styled my hair in loosed waves, slip into my black boot before taking my backpack that contained my textbook, note book and my digital camera. A gift my grandpa got me for my fifteenth birthday before he passed on.

As i clumped down the stairs i noticed the noise and yellings has died down instead it was replaced with a sweet scent. My mums cooking. I would appluad her when it comes to cooking and yelling.

As i got half the stairs i froze. The sitting room was in total mess. Tissue paper, broken dishes, soda can, flower vase and alot others scattered around the sitting room worst than a children playground.

Gosh..how did i get such an inresponsible parent so they didnt clean up after fighting? It will remain this way anyways.

"Are you ready for school dear?" my mums voice sounded from the kitchen.

"Yes mum, goodmorning" i replied.

"Come have breakfast" she came out of the kitchen wiping her hands on the apron that hung around her neck. She was all sweaty obviously from the fight and not the cooking.

"no mum, I'll eat when i get back" I dashed out of the room before her yelling of me skipping breakfast begins.

In less than fifteen minutes i was standing before my new school. Reigners high school.

As i walked through the gates of the school i was amazed at the interior of the school buildings. There were ten buildings in total all painted in butter blue and yellow with a crystal clear window formed in a row and flower trees and statue of different kinds set to decorate. I have only one discription for this school. Really rich.

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