Elizabeth was awoken from her sleep very suddenly. She had a nice dream, which doesn't normally happen. That got quickly interrupted as her father pulled her from the bed onto the floor. "Where is my breakfast!" he screamed in her face. Elisabeth barley alert enough to open her eyes was confused. Looking at the clock, blurred by her vision she could see the number 5. IT must be 5 in the morning She thought as she then rubbed her eyes and looked up at her father standing over her. "I said go make my breakfast!" he said and slapped her across the face. She shot up and ran down stairs to go into the kitchen to start making breakfast. She seemed to try to go really fast while making breakfast, but today she couldn't make it fast enough. Her father got mad and was screaming at her until she finished.

After she had finished making breakfast her father took everything leaving nothing for her. She tried to sneak a piece of bacon but her father threw a knife at her and just grazed her skin and went into the cabinet behind her. She held her arm as it started bleeding dropping the bacon. "Who told you that you can have that!" he picked it up from the ground and then ate it to make sure she didn't get to. She looked at him and then quickly cleaned up everything her stomach growling as she looked at all the food. Her father purposely eats everything, full or not, so she couldn't eat it. Some may wonder why her father is so abusive. Her mother had gotten pregnant without him wanting her to, a condom broke or something she doesn't know. But her father used to beat her mother in hopes to kill the baby that was inside her, instead her mother and Elisabeth both held out until Elisabeth was finally born. Having a home birth only for her mother to be dead after giving birth. Her father decided to keep the brat and instead just beat her making it her fault that her mother died.

Finally the chores in the house was done and Elisabeth can now get ready for school. She quickly got ready and snuck past her drunk passed out father on the couch and walked out the door very quietly. Then she ran for school. She wore a long sleeved t-shirt with gloves and a long skirt. Most people would think she was weird but she didn't care, she needed to hide the scars. Elisabeth lived far from the school, so something as simple as walking was hard to get to school on time if she didn't leave early enough. She left at about quarter to eight, she wasn't exact ally sure when this school started, she assumed eight. And she was right as the bell had rung while she was still walking to school, her walking then turned into running as she feared she would be late.

She got to the front office to get all her stuff such as her locker number and combination, her schedule and a map of the school. Quickly gathering her stuff, not having any time to find her locker went to find her first class instead. She walked into her class well after the bell had rung for the start of class. It had caught everyone's attention. "And who are you disrupting my class?" the teacher groaned his glasses on his nose looking over them and at Elisabeth. Her face went red, "Ah Elisabeth Jones sir. I have your class" she said handing him a paper that had her schedule on them. "Hmmm I see" he spoke looking over the paper then handing it back to her. "Go sit down" was all he said then continued on with his lesson.

Elisabeth looked around and there only had seemed to be one seat left next to a boy, so she ended up taking that one seat. All her books and her papers all in her hand and she set them on her desk, not really much more room for her to take notes. She didn't have a notebook with her, she didn't dare spend more time at home to get what she needed to get, she was already late as it was and she knew she was going to be. Maybe tomorrow she might be able to get her backpack and her notebooks with pencils, right now all she had were her school books and her schedule with her locker number and combination. She had her schedule on top of the whole stack and put it at the top left of her desk and tried to listen to the teacher talk more trying to figure out what he was telling them about before hand.

"In this school we will not tolerate bullying, PDA,…." he continued on to a list of things that would not be tolerated at the school. A lot of the teens had just zoned out. Not Elisabeth, she hung on to every word this man said. Mostly because if she didn't remember than she would be in a world of trouble, because her grades would go down if she didn't follow these specific rules. Her father was harsh when it came to her getting straight A's. There were no B's or C's and defiantly not any D's or F's in his vocabulary. If Elisabeth dare got a D or F she doesn't know what her father would do to her. But she sure wasn't going to find out…or be anywhere close to it for that matter.

Her eyes flickered back and forth from the blackboard to the man as he spoke and wrote things down on the blackboard for the students to copy as notes. Which Elisabeth couldn't do, so she just listened very carefully. Or as carefully as she could. "And anyone caught not following any of these rules, will result in immediate detention." Man this school doesn't mess around Elisabeth thought as she listened to everything the man had said. "And the dress code" he started. Elisabeth just stared at him hoping and praying that he would say that the long sleeved would be okay, if it wasn't going to be okay she didn't know what she was going to do, or maybe just wear her jacket all the time? Or maybe they wont even allow that? And instead of trying to figure it all out Elisabeth just listened.

"There will be no slutty dressing from the girls, proper clothes please. And guys, you do not have to wear your Sunday best, but I do expect some decency" With a sigh of relief that was established, she was thankful that she didn't need to change her look. Her arm started hurting from the knife wound, she wore a black long sleeved shirt and could feel the blood running down her hand. Instead of drawing attention she just put her arms up and rested her head on her hand so that the blood wouldn't go out onto the table. The teacher went on to explain the schools code of conduct which in his mind already had planned to have this class do a pop quiz on it. After explaining he decided to give the class the pop quiz and then after that explain the rest of the schedule for the day. He called up a nearby student to pass out the tests. "Now this is a pop quiz about the code of conduct, I hope you all were listening. And you may use your notes"

Yea use your notes if you had them Elisabeth sighed, there was no way she was passing this test, she did listen but not took any notes and so she tried her best. She looked around and then went back to work a moment later the teacher had said no one should be looking around which then Elisabeth then just stared at her paper at some of the questions, she didn't get a lot of them. "TIMES UP" the teacher screamed so that everyone would be able to hear him. He walked around and started collecting papers, Elisabeth continued to quickly fill out some of the bubbles. "I said time was up" he glared down to Elisabeth as he yanked the paper from her, a pencil mark going across the paper as he took it.

She looked up at him with a frown. "But I didn't finish" she said and he just laughed. "I don't know how it is at your house young lady, but we have time limits here. IF you don't finish, than it's an instant D" Elisabeth eyes went wide "But-!" "Enough. Maybe next time you should be taking notes" and he left with that as he then collected the rest of the papers. Elisabeth sighed and put her pencil down and stared at her desk. She didn't know what she was going to tell her father, she just prayed they wouldn't call him about this grade. After collecting the papers, he then explained the schedule for the day. "And the welcome ceremony will be held at the gym!" he called out as the bell had rung and the class started gathering their things to get going to the welcome ceremony.

Most of the kids practically running so they can go sit by their friends. Elisabeth didn't care where she sat, she just didn't feel like being here right now, she was afraid of what her father would say. Elisabeth got up from her seat and went to pick up her things and her papers fell off her books and all over the floor. "Great" she mumbled as she bent down to pick them up.

This was just great, of course this had to happen to Elisabeth. That's what her life was, a bunch of problems. Or it seemed like that anyways. And now all her papers had fallen on the ground and flying everywhere landing every which way. A sigh of frustration could be heard from her pale lips. They were pale from the lack of water, she is surprised that she hasn't been admited to the hospital or something because of dehydration. But I guess her father gives her enough water to where she doesn't need to do that, but not enough to shake the feeling of weakness, tiredness, and headaches. The headaches were the worst. There was no passing up those or getting around those, she tried everything. This was going to be a very long day and she could tell already. She dropped to her knees and started to pick everything up. She just had a feeling something was going to go wrong.

And that feeling was right. The boy who she had sat next to, which by the way had something against her. She doesn't know what it is but she has this feeling that he doesn't like her at all. She glanced up as he had fallen and smacked his face on the ground, herself already on the ground picking things up her eyes went wide. "I- I'm so-" she cut off as the guy turned around and stared daggers into her eyes. She looked at his eyes. Those eyes, the same ones that her father gives her right before a terrible beating. She doesn't even remember a time that her father said she loved him.

She hasn't even heard those words come out of anyones mouth before, she is sure that if someone had told her that, she sure won't believe them. Who could ever love her? She always seems to do something wrong, nothing she did was right and she got punished for it. And that's all she has ever known, was her father beating her. She has never had a gentle hand put on her. Even the teachers were ruthless not even caring that she didn't get to finish her quiz. Instead they give her a stupid automatic D for not giving her enough time to finish the whole thing. But of course that guy sitting next to her got it done in under five minutes. Which made him seem like a showoff.

Or a know-it-all. He probably has a ton of trophies to prove it or something. Despite what the teacher had just taught about with tolerance, she knew that wasn't going to keep kids from doing things. They would just do it more secretly and try harder not to get caught doing it. Looking into her eyes she couldn't take her eyes off of his. Then she broke eye contact and scrambled for her papers. She saw one paper was near him, and there was no way she was reaching for it. Gathering everything else Elisabeth made the decision to leave the paper, no matter what it was.

Standing up mad her a little light headed. Her hand went straight to her forhead as an instant reaction to someone being dizzy. She quickly shook it off and looked down at the guy who had just slipped and fallen from the papers she had dropped on the ground. She apologized and yet it didn't seem like enough. She didn't know what to do. "I-I'm so sorry!" as if that could do anything, she apologizes to her father so much that if he got a dollar for every time she said it, he'd be a millionaire. Or that's what it felt like anyways. Standing up clenching all the books to her chest she saw all these kids flood over to him and to aid him. Seeing him hold his nose she felt terrible. She just stood there looking down at him unsure of what to do. She wondered what that paper was, but she figured she could just get a replacement for whatever it was.

It's broken! Elisabeth thought as she repeated what a girl said. Then she heard the girl call her a slut. She looked over at her with a confused look, why would she refer Elisabeth to a slut when she doesn't even know her? She shook it off and looked over to the guy and felt horrible for braking his nose practically. Elisabeth was extremely confused as this guy who was ready to hit her it seemed, now said that it was an accident and that they happen. She never really heard someone be so calm. She looked at him, still afraid, she just watched him as he calmly spoke to everyone and then back to her again. Elisabeth looked at him at his final words "honestly it's okay" what he said. She looked at him and could obvoiusly tell he wasn't okay with what had just happened.

Being with her father made her real observant when someone is upset, she needed to be alert on these things because then she would know if her dad was in a worse mood than he was normally. That made all the difference on what kind of beatings she would receive that day. And so she was very keen to noticing when something wasn't right. Instead of questioning it, she then just walked away. Then paused and turned back around just the two of them in the room. "I really am sorry, And I can tell you're not okay" was all she said and she just walked off. She had to get to that ceremony, a welcoming ceremony I guess they had called it. Why? Were there actually that many new kids they needed a welcoming ceremony?! Oh well, it didn't matter to Elisabeth, she just needed to get through this first day of school, already having a horrible day as it was. Being late and all. She felt the sting of the cut and she grabbed her arm, her face looking like she was in pain. She then put on a face to hide the pain.

She was good at hiding pain, as she as in pain all the time, not just from the cut she had gotten this morning. But from all the bruises she seemed to acquire during her lifetime. Some were worse than others as ou could tell they've been there for a while. And just as one finally goes away, another one comes along. A small sigh escaped her pale lips as she stood in the doorway of the gym. Teens were all walking about finding their friends on the bleachers, teachers talking in a group about the upcoming presentations and who will be speaking. Elisabeth then walked into the room and found a spot on the top of the bleachers, waiting for the ceremony to start.

"Attention students….." the principle had started. Talking was still going on and he put his voice louder. "ATTENTION STUDENTS." He practically had to scream to get their attention, Elisabeth rolled her eyes at the fact. "Now, we will begin our welcoming ceremony with a lovely performance by the cheer squad." (Unsure of the name and colors etc) Elisabeth didn't see the "Lovelyness" of these girls dressed in short skirts and practically tanktops, yet this school had a strict not slutty dressing from the girls, yet the cheerleaders can dress however they like. She rolled her eyes at how this school treats the "Athletic" teams. She didn't see it as athletics or a sport or whatever. She saw it as a bunch of girls trying to get attention from guys. The principle stepped off stage and the silent room filled with a bunch of loud cheering and cheerleaders running into the gym with flips and running and a whole bunch of different stuff.

As the cheer performance went on Elisabeth politely watched and payed attention just waiting for this day to be over. She didn't see how this day could get any worse. After the cheer performance the principle then walked back on stage and announced his first speaker. (Left this part open unsure of who you wanted to speak first etc.)

Elisabeth didn't like the cheer performance. Mostly because she didn't see it as a sport and didn't like all the girls dressed in their skimpy outfits. This was okay yet dressing like this for school wasn't. She didn't get that. Not that she would want to dress that way, she would never dress that way, even if she could wear regular clothes. She remembered her arm bleeding and tried to keep it from showing. She sighed. This was going to be a very long rest of the day. She then was happy that the cheerleading performance was finally over. But then the principle had introduced the Vice President of the school. She was curious to see who this was.

Then as soon as he walked on stage her eyes widened. It was that boy who she had just seen in her homeroom class. But, he didn't really seem like the Vice President type. Especially with him being so mad as he was. She didn't get why he got that mad over a broken nose. Then again, he looked like he was pretty much going to hurt her. Which made her scared until he instantaneously went soft and said everything was okay, which she obviously saw wasn't. She became very aware of her surroundings in the past few years when her father has been beating her worse. She had to learn what made him even more mad.

Then the loud voice came over the microphone and was heard all throughout the gym and probably through the school. Elisabeth rolled her eyes at all the teens roaring and screaming and cheering all for this stupid guy, she didn't get the big deal. He then calmed them all down when he seemed it was eough roaring and cheering for him. He then talked about this girl who would be speaking after him and introduced him as his girlfriend. Well, his smoking hot girlfriend. She didn't care much, she just wanted it to be over.

Listening to all the things she had talked about, and all the different activities that would be going on through the year, Elisabeth couldn't help but be excited. If she could get excited. She would love to just go wild and be able to do all these things, but she knew, unless it was during school hours, she would never get to be able to do any of these things. Not a single one, and there was no way to get around that. She wished she could though, but nope. Her father would never go for it.

Finally it was lunchtime. She waited as all the teens had left the gym, she always liked to be the last one, since everyone was heading for the lunch room to get food, Elisabeth seized the opportunity. Instead of going with everyone to go eat, she went to the bathroom instead. Her father would never give her the money to eat, and there was not stealing the money or her father would notice. And she couldn't make herself anything, because that went over so well this morning when she tried to eat some left over bacon.

A small sigh escaped her lips as she pulled up her sleeve to reveal the stab wound. It also revealed one or two bruises which could easily be identified as to go with the stab wound. She then washed the bandage off then put it in the garbage. After that she took some paper towels and made her own bandage. Once that was done, Elisabeth then headed to the lunch area and just stood outside pretty much waiting for the next class.

As Elisabeth was waiting for her next class this guy came up to her and actually tried to start a conversation. No one ever wants to talk to her, she barley even talks to her father. Not that she could anyways with him always beating her. Some would be surprised she eve had any communication skills. Well, anyone who knows her situation anyways. She tends to stay away from everyone, not wanting to draw attention to herself. That was the last thing she needed.

But I guess with this guy, and the school there was no escaping that. She had to talk to people eventually, although she never really knew what to say. She even surprises herself sometimes with what comes out of her mouth. She looked at all the food inside and wished so much that she could have some, but unless she asked someone to buy her something that wasn't happening anytime soon.

An eyebrow raised as the guy came up to her and started talking. What was with this guy? Why did he want to talk to her? What did she do? It was abnormal for someone to actually /want/ to talk to her. He then tried to make conversation asking if she liked the assembly. Then asked if she was okay, why wouldn't she be okay? Did he suspect something? "I'm fine" she said ignoring the question about the assembly.

She didn't want to criticize his assembly. He probably put a lot of work into it. Him and his girlfriend. But truthfully she didn't care for it. She wasn't one of those peppy rowdy type people and so she didn't really enjoy it. She honestly just wanted to get to her next class. Sitting here smelling all this food was torture.

She would much rather be sitting here reading a book. Her favorite past time. She could just get lost in all those different books. She loved reading books. And there was always a book she could read. She wondered if there was a library, she could always go there during lunch instead. Although if she did that she probably would miss most of her classes because she'd be reading so much that she would even forget that she had classes. It was very easy for her to get lost in books.