My Bully's Love

is the second time my mother has yelled upstairs for me, bu

e months left of my senior year, and then it will be all over. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, and that's the most messed up

but circumstances bring on change, and for me, it was not for the better. I used to have a lot of friends; two of them being my best friends, Amy and Bree. We were insepa

ther's voice reaches me. Sighing, I reach down, grabbi

r-old brother has his bowl tipped back as he slurps the milk out. Meanwhile, my fifteen-year-old sister, Elise, is dripping milk on the table ev

giving my dad a kiss on his

is face. I've always been his little girl, and it shows in the way he babies me over everything

ied and made something up, but again, I'm a goodie goodie; I would never lie

a banana down in front of me. Unlike my siblings, I'm not a fan of cold cereal. I pr

once, Ella," Mom takes her place across from me, on my father's other side, as she s

r, earning himself a slap on the a

so still have a high sex drive, so I can only imagine what my dad's chuckle was insinuating. Being around them every day, you get used to it. Besides,

ing at Eli's school this evening. I'll have a casserole in the

and there, and she is the head of the PTA, so she is al

r me if I don't make it in time." I nod. My dad is a partner at his Law Firm, so it's no surprise when he do

Eli and Elise. Driving them to school every morning is our little morning ritual. It's the only time that we get with each other these da

ance as she belts out the words, and I can't help but to laugh as I watch her strawberry blonde curls bounce around. Her blue eyes sparkle when they find mine, and she gives me a big smile. Unlike s

y make my way to my first class before anybody can stop me. Mr. Miller, our math teacher, sits at his desk, shuffling through papers while we all fil

gh the whole class, and before I know it, the bell rings. Packing my laptop away, I turn

" Kaylee Simpson glares at me as

ry, Kaylee, it

oves past me, "How about you accidentally jump off a bridge?" Her frie

me crowd, but still talking between classes and outside of school. Now she treats me like the dirt under her feet. Like everybody else, she dropped me like last season's fashion line two years ago. One Friday night we were talking at a friend's party,