zara frenzy
21 April 2012 @ 08:15 pm
As he slipped his arm into his buttoned white shirt he flinched when he noticed the purple flair on his left upper arm. He trailed it softly before shutting his eyes hard and letting out a breath.
He got dressed and slowly put his bag sling stuffed with school books around his other shoulder.

"Get down here, worthless!" screamed a shrill woman's voice from downstairs. He trudged along nervously hoping his mother didn't break something again this morning.
"Good Morning... mother." God, how he hated calling that woman his mother. He could call her all the things, Evil, Dirty, Vile, Disgusting, Cruel,... No where fit to be a mother. She was an average looking lady. Mid-40's. Her hair was in a sloppy bun. All it did was made her pointy features clearer. Her eyes were dark and didn't have a shine in them at all. You could see the scowl lines between her eyebrows. Her skin was pale, almost to ghostly to look at. She was caked with face powder that made her look even paler and bright blush that might have made her look like a clown if any brighter. She was thin but her hands were chubby like meat stuffed stockings.

"Don't call me 'mother'," she hissed throwing a burnt piece of toast into a plate and dropping it on the table with a clatter.
He stood there for a few second before his mother clicked her tongue and grabbed him where his arm was bruised. She pushed him down into a chair.
He almost hissed in pain. Almost. He didn't want to get slapped again.
Continue~ )

A/N: Just a story new Im working on. This is just the base for my idea.
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