I woke up at 6am, the time I wake up every single morning. I went downstairs and started making my parents' breakfast, like I did every morning. They treat me more like a slave than a daughter.

They came downstairs Just as I was finishing, without a word, I handed them their bacon and egg on toast, and took mine to my room. As it was a Thursday and I have school I brushed my teeth and put on my uniform, the uniform was a light blue blouse, a pink and blue stripy tie, a black v neck jumper, skirts for girls, and trousers for boys. I then went downstairs to wash up, while Mum and Dad talked.
"I think we should go to Spain this year" Mum said to Dad.
"That about Laura?" He replied.
"Lauren" I corrected him.
"Excuse me? Was I speaking to you?" He said, suddenly a bolt of confidence shot through me.
"I'm your fucking daughter, learn my fucking name!" I shouted.
"You little bitch." He said, he pulled my hair and pushed me to the floor. He kicked me in the side of the head and then in my stomach. I just led there and took it, I had to.
"By the way, you're ear's bleeding." He said, then him and Mum went upstairs. I got the medical kit out of the cupboard and patched up my ear and then took some pain killers. I finished washing up then went upstairs and got my school bag and ran to the bus.

I always sat at the back of the bus, mainly so people wouldn't see me. I didn't want people to see me, I'm worthless and a failure, who would love me? I guess I've never believed in love, mainly because I've always thought that if my parents can't love me, then who can? I see people with parents who love and care for them and their happy all the time, they have friends and boyfriends and girlfriends, part of me wants that too, but part of me knows how stupid I'm being and I always talk myself out of making friends.

The bus pulled up at school and I walked straight to class, ignoring all the comments made about my ear. I knew it would take ages to heal, and people would be talking about it for a while. That's the thing, people always notice my injuries, I'm actually surprised the teachers haven't called social services.

I sat at the back of the class where no one else sits and I got my history book out. I hated history with a passion. I listened to the teacher go on and on about the civil war. After what felt like hours, the bell rang and I got up out of my seat and rushed off to my next class. Music. I loved music, I sing and play guitar, I've had people trying to be my friend just because they think I'll make it in the music industry, no chance, I'm nowhere near good enough for that.
"Okay class, we're going to be learning Hello Cold World by Paramore today, Lauren, since you already know it, can you demonstrate?" Mr Sanchez said. I got out my guitar and played it. Everyone clapped at the end and this boy, Jack I think his name was came over.
"That was amazing, I play guitar too, we should practise together soon." I just nodded, I didn't want to seem rude. He sat down next to me and we listened to the teacher explain the chords, then we all went off to practise, Jack stayed near me.
"Hey, not being rude but what happened to your ear?" He asked. I quickly thought up a story.
"Uh, I was um playing football with my cousin and he uh kicked it too hard and it hit my ear and split it open" I said, I was such a shit liar. He didn't look at all convinced but didn't dare question it. We just carried on practising, I got so lost in the music that I didn't hear the bell ring.
"Lauren" Jack said poking my arm.
"Oh shit" I said packing my guitar away before rushing off to art. I felt someone grab my arm, I flinched, I had a bruise there. I pulled my arm away and turned around to see Jack, I have to admit he's a nice guy but do I want a friend? Why not.
"So you wanna practise some time?" He asked.
"Uh yeah, how about after school" My parents don't care what time I got home.
"Sure, meet me by the big tree" He said. I nodded and went off to art, the worst subject of them all.

"Okay class, today I want you to paint a picture of what your life at home is like." Our posh, stuck up art teacher said. I froze. A picture of what my life is like at home? Shit, what am I supposed to paint? Fuck it, I'll just have to lie. We all got given a canvas, some paint and a paintbrush. I decided to paint me, my mum and dad all sat eating a meal together, then afterwards them listening to me play guitar. I almost cried painting it. I want a family like that so bad.

The day went by so quickly and I actually found myself looking forward to going to Jack's. I walked out to the big tree and waited, after 2 minutes, he showed up and we went to his car.
"First of all, I kinda have no friends, so if my Mum gets excited, you know why" He said looking embarrassed.
"It's fine" I said. He smiled and started up the car. We drove there in silence, I decided to keep my family life to myself, Jack doesn't need to know that part. Half way there, he tried putting his arm around me.
"Please don't Jack" I said, he took his arm away and the atmosphere suddenly became awkward. When I couldn't handle the awkwardness I turned the radio to a stationt he was playing Green Day.
"You like Green Day?" He asked raising his eyebrow.
"Hell yeah!" I said. He laughed and we sang along all the way back to his. We pulled up at his house.
"Brace yourself" He said. I gave him a confused look and we walked in.
"Mum! I'm home!" He shouted, she came into the hall.
"Jack! Who's this?" She asked curiously.
"Hi, you must be Mrs Barakat, I'm Lauren" I said shyly.
"Oh love, call me Joyce!" She said cheerfully giving me a hug. I saw Jack mouth sorry to me. I just smiled
"We'll be upstairs Mum" He said.
"Oh, do you want to stay for dinner dear?" She asked me.
"I'd loved to, but my Mum likes family meals" I said, of course that was a lie, I had to cook and clean.
"That's fine dear, you two have fun" She said. I smiled and we went upstairs.
"So, what do you wanna do first?" Jack asked.
"Do you know I miss you by Blink?" I asked.
"Hells yeah!" He said, I smiled.
"Let's play" I replied. We played a few songs together before I had an idea, it was risky but oh well.
"Jack, I wrote a song a while ago, can you listen to it for me?" I asked. He nodded and I started. I was in tears by the chorus
"You never cared, I was a lost cause,
I'm not the child you wanted,
because of you I have no confidence
You never taught me to love.
No you're not a real Father,
I can't even speak without a strike,
I wish you weren't my mother,
You laugh at me all the time"
By the time I'd finished, I was sobbing.
"Lauren, what made you write that song?" Jack asked.
"Uh, nothing" I said.
"You can tell me, its fine" He said trying to hug me. I grabbed my bag and guitar.
"Sorry, I- I have to go" I said and I ran out of the house and all the way home.

I got in and took my guitar upstairs then came down and started on dinner, Mum and Dad still weren't home.
"Lauren?" I heard them shout as they came in.
"I'm making dinner" I replied.
"Good girl, don't burn it" They said and went upstairs. I finished cooking and called them down. I was about to go upstairs when Dad spoke up.
"No, sit with us" He said. I was scared. I sat down and started eating my food silently.
"We're going to Spain this year Lauren, well, you're staying here but me and your father are going" Mum said.
"That's great, I hope you have a great time" I said with a smile.
"Well your attitude's changed" Dad said.
"Yeah, I realised I shouldn't have shouted at you this morning, I'm sorry" I said.
"You're lying" He replied.
"No I'm not" I said politely. He stood up angrily, pulled me up by my hair and punched me in the mouth, I fell to the floor, he threw a plate at me and it smashed on my back. I screamed out in pain and they left the room. I layed there for 5 minutes before there was a knock at the door.
"Lauren get that!" Mum shouted, I got up and staggered to the door. I opened it and came face to face with.. Jack? What was he doing here? His face changed as soon as he saw my bloody back, lip and hands.
"What. The. Fuck. Happened?" He asked.
"I fell down the stairs and hid my lip on the banister" I said bluntly.
"Yeah, cause that's really what happened." He said.
"Jack, who do you think you are coming to my house uninvited making accusations about how I got an injury?" I shouted.
"Well, this clearly didn't happen by falling down the stairs." He said.
"Jack, go home, I'll see you at school tomorrow" I said and shut the door. I then went into the kitchen, patched myself up once again and washed up. I then decided it had been a long day and I went to bed and cried myself to sleep.

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