C1 Ella

Ella POV

"You sleepyhead! All you know how to do is sleep every time!!" A voice snapped .

I stirred in my bed ,still not opening my eyes.

"Ella!!" The voice growled again , loudly this time and that got me up immediately.

I looked up to see my Mom looking at me in disdain . Her black curly ponytail moving repeatedly as she shook her head , her dark brown eyes clearly showing hate.

I sighed inwardly, rubbing my eyes .

"Good morning Mom" I muttered.

"Keep your greetings to yourself, you'll decide if it's a good morning or not " She replied instead.

" Do the dishes before you leave for school"

"But mom, it's Mia's turn to do the dishes " I whined , drawing the blankets over my legs.

"I hate to repeat myself and you know that " She snapped and with that walked out.

Releasing a deep sigh ,I got off the bed and walked sluggishly to the bathroom .

....

I stood in front of the mirror accessing my face .

My hair , a very dark black color was a bun mess on my head , with strands of hair coming out at every angle. My small , pouty lips were curled up in a frown as it has always been.

I batted my long lashes as I noticed something under my eyes.

My hands slowly reached out to the dark circles under my eyes . I guess I got those while reading yesterday night for my very important test .

Releasing a small sigh , I grabbed the comb lying on the dresser , removed my from the bun to let it fall down and ran it hurriedly through my hair . I grabbed an hair band and pulled my hair in it , before packing it into a neater bun.

I walked over to my bed and placed all my essentials in my school bag .I draped it over my back and walked out of my room.

As I descended the wooden stairs , I caught sight of Mia , my younger sister, having breakfast.

She looked up and once our eyes met ,her lips curved into her smirk.

I rubbed my temples.

She does that when she's about to start trouble . I'm not ready for issues this morning.

I ignored her and walked into the kitchen. I walked over to the sink and started to wash the dirty dishes , dishes that Mia should have washed last night.

I finally finished with the dishes and made to walk out when Mia walked in and dropped her plate in the sink.

I watched as she gulped down her water and started to leave.

"Go back and wash it" I called to her ,as calmly as I could. I really don't want the dishes to cause a fight this early in the morning.

"I don't want to " She shrugged , a smirk dancing on her lips.

"You would! " I snapped.

"Well do your worst " She said giving me a taunting smile.

" I'm not going to repeat my words Mia, because I'm not your maid "

" I'm not gonna wash it , so just stop being a dummy and wash it" She snapped.

That did it!

I raised my hands to hit her cheeks when Mom walked into the kitchen.

"What are you trying to do " She half yelled , rushing towards us , she pulled Mia to stand beside her.

"I was about to show her where she stands , she should learn to mind her words " I sneered .

"And you still have the guts to say it huh? How many times do I have to tell you not to try to lay your filthy hands on Mia! " She yelled, her eyes blaring with pure anger .

I flinched in surprise. Tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"Mom?! She started it first" I tried to defend myself but it was no use.

" Go to school dear " she turned to Mia , who glanced at me with a smirk before leaving.

"Mom, this isn't f-" I started but I got interrupted by her.

" You are grounded" She said

" No way! I have test today " I groaned.

" I don't care, but you mustn't leave this house " She replied and walked away.

"Ugh!" I growled angrily , walking back to my room .

I slumped onto the bed, laying flat on the bed , my face buried in the thick sheets of my bed.

Why do I have to go through this all the time? Why do I have to be the hated one? What did I ever do to deserve this kind of treatment?

I'm tired! I'm tired of pretending to be fine ! To be okay?!

When is this ever going to stop?

Please make it stop! I don't think I can take this anymore!

I just want to run away but the idea just frightens me the more .

Now I'm grounded, all because of something Mia's to be blamed for.

' I can't miss this test , it's a big mark out of the total.

I have to do something!'

I got off the bed as an idea struck me .

I hurried to my closet and grabbed a black hoodie. I quickly put it on and grabbed my bag.

" I'm going for this test and nothing is gonna stop me, not even you , Mom!" I muttered.

I locked my doors with the key and hurried over to the window.

I stared down .

"I've gotta do this , for myself"

"Right! For myself"

Pushing the window open , I slowly climbed out and rested on the branch of the tree just beside my window .

I carefully reached out to the window and closed it a little bit .

Quietly, I climbed down from the tree and looked around to make sure no one was there . When it was certain no one was around , I raced to my bicycle, pulled my helmet over my head and rode straight to school.

I peddled as fast as I could and got to school just before the test began.

I immediately ran to my class and took my seat.

"Hey,why are you late? " Chelsea, My only friend and best friend asked as I took my seat.

"The usual" I simply said with a thin smile .

When I told her *the usual * she already understood what I meant. It was no secret to her how my parents treated me like trash .