To Love Preciado

Monday morning, it's 7:00 a.m., and of course I wake up to screaming and name calling.

"Get out of bed you bitch!" My father called from the hallway. He came crashing into my room with a beer already in his hand. "Start getting ready for school, little whore."

"Yes, Sir." I responded. I hated waking up to this. I hated having to go along with it even more. I would love to rebel or stand up for myself, but I already know that would not end well.

He exited my room and stumbled down the stairs. I sat up in bed and listened for a minute. I could hear my parents talking which led to my father raising his voice like usual.

I decided to get out of bed and get ready, school starts at 7:40. I quickly threw on a hoodie, some black skinny jeans, and my old school vans. I grabbed my dark blue, JanSport backpack and ran down the stairs into the kitchen.

My mother was cooking bacon and feeding my slob of a father. I snatched a couple pieces off the plate sitting next to the stove then kissed my mom on the cheek. Before my father had the chance to yell at me again I swiped my keys off the counter, proceeded to walk out the door, and made my way to my red Ford F150.

I hopped in my truck and took a deep breath. I exhaled and turned on the engine. I muttered to myself, "Thank God the weekend is over."

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