A Diamond in the Rough

After the death of her mother, Violet Silvermoon get abused by her step dad and bullied at school. When new students start at her school and become her first friends, strange things start to happen. Violet goes through friendship, self discovery and maybe even love. What happens when Violet finds out a huge secret about her friends and that things are not what they seem.

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3. Chapter 2: Welcome Back to Hell

Violet's POV:

I saw the outline of the school and felt relief flood through me as my walk neared to an end. I approached the gates of the school already feeling my peers judging eyes on the side of my face. I continued to walk toward the front doors keeping my head down and ignoring the whispers. My feet trudged through the halls to the office.

As I walked in the smell of mothballs and vanilla invaded my nose. A small elderly women was sitting the desk. When I approached her, she gave me a warm smile. "What can I do you for you dear?" I gave her a shy smile of my own " I need my schedule" my quiet timid voice rushed out. She began typing away at her computer " ok name?"

"Violet Silvermoon" I answered shyly. "Ok here you are" she stated. The women handed me some papers, which I didn't spare more than a glance at, and wished me a good day. My mumbled reply probably wasn't heard as I rushed out of the office.

My feet weaved around the other students as I tried to locate my locker. A foot jutted out in front of me and I felt myself falling... but no muscular arms wrapped around me right before I fell. No my petite frame met the hard ground as I heard the laugh of my peers.

I looked around about to get up when I saw skyscraper hooker heels "click" toward me. I gathered my stuff and shuffled to my feet trying to avoid confrontation, but she had other ideas. "Wow I'm surprised you can even get up off the floor fatty!" Her nasally voice rung out. Her clique laughed along with her. I bit back a comment and stayed silent. Even though I new I was underweight and nowhere near fat, it still hurt. Her annoying voice shook me out of my thoughts. "What not going to say anything? Hmm okay I'll get straight to it then. Stay out of my way this year you ugly piece of shit. You're worthless. I want a good junior year. Got it?" I shook my head fighting back tears. "Good" she gave me a fake smile and clanked away her group following like lost puppies. If you're wondering "who the hell was that bitch" well that was my arch enemy…Naomi Stone.

She has been bullying me since third grade when she moved here from California and in our little town of Bridgewater, Virginia her family was a big deal. They're rich and her father is a one of the best lawyers in the country. Naomi is what I like to call the queen bitch. They all fell for her wicked ways and fake smile.Every boy wants her and every girl wants to be her,everyone except me of course. I shook off the confrontation, quickly found my locker and headed to class.

The rest of the day was hell. I was called names in class, tripped in the halls, had mean writings on my locker and had food dumped on me at lunch. So all in all pretty normal day at school, note the sarcasm. I'm currently suffering through the last five minutes of the final period of the day … math. Math brings a whole new meaning to torture. It is the only class I don't have an "A" in and the teacher hates me. When you have no friends you tend to study... a lot, so me not having a top mark is unusual.

The bell finally rung and i was the first to rush out of class. I all but ran to my locker eager to get out of this place. I power-walked home knowing there would be hell to pay if i was late. When I unlocked the door and walked in I immediately knew it was empty. A sigh of relief escaped my lips as I walked up the big flight of stairs up to my small room.

My room was small, closet small only having a twin mattress on the floor shoved into the corner,a small two drawer dresser for my cloths, a lamp and an alarm clock. The walls that were originally white turned yellow and are peeling and the roof leeks when it rains, but I'm not complaining.

I plopped down on the old mattress taking my book bag with me. All the teachers gave us a ton of homework… on the first day too! I took out my books and got to work.

A loud groan left my mouth as i fell back on the mattress. After two long hours I had finally got all of my homework done. I looked at the clock to see it was around five and I got a nagging feeling in the back of my mind, like I forgot to do somethi-BANG... My door swung, open shaking me from my thoughts, to reveal the person who invaded my darkest night terrors…Franco Randall, my stepfather.

He had a murderous look on his face that jarred my thoughts to what I forgot to do…cook him dinner. I started sputtering an apology but he wouldn't have it. He brought his fist back and punched me in the face, yelling incoherent mumblings. He kept beating me until I fell into a dark abyss.

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