28. The edge of giving in.

TASHA

"Goodbye mum." I bang the door of the car shut and blow her an air kiss.

"Goodbye darling." She says, blowing me back an air kiss of her own before pulling out of the school's parking lot, driving away.

I am left standing alone and staring at the tall school building in front of me. I had a shitty weekend, and now I am here in school. On a Monday. God I hate Mondays. The school clock just stops ticking faster. Classes become longer and tedious.

And assignments. Tons of assignments from Miss Paxton, the Geography teacher. Her long intellectual class is first two periods today.

I groan and take in a breath. Today should be different please.

I adjust my mid-thigh black jean skirt and black crop top before I start walking over to the school building. A group of three scantily dressed girls with heavy makeup scoff directly to my face as they parade past me.

What the hell? And why do they even look like they are trying to apply for stripper positions in a club?

I huff out their audaci