Warning: there's a few curse words (in case that bothers some...)

I've been basically crying in my room for the past two months. The hate has gotten so out of hand; that I wished it ended. Vanessa keeps bullying me and she keeps messing with my MySpace. Typing things such as:

"Hey, whore! Fuck anybody lately?""Ewww, cooties"

Really? Cooties? That's the best you can do? I sighed and turned off my computer. Why does everyone have to worry about my life...like damn!

The next day at school in English I sat alone at my desk and I saw Austin sitting with his buddies and I sighed. Does he really see me as someone just to sleep with? Well, duh; Savannah! Of course...where have you been? I just want to think of something else, but I can't and that sucks. The bell rang and I got up quickly and avoided Austin the best I could.

That night I was going to my mom's, because Dad's old classmate (gleemate?), April Rhodes was staying the night. I don't know; and to be honest I really didn't care. If they're going to make out like that last chick Dad had over; then I didn't want to witness that either-barf! I packed up my clothes for the next day, my pajamas & my journal I started a few weeks back. As I head to the door, my dad looked at me.
"Have fun, kiddo," he said to me.
"Thanks, dad," I smiled a somewhat real smile. "You have fun with whatever you plan on doing..." I smiled and held on my bag and left.

I arrived at mom's "home" (motel room). "Hi, mom," I sat my bag down on a chair. "How's everything?" She looked at me with tired eyes and I can tell she was angry about something.
"What are you doing here, Savannah," she asked.
"Dad had a thing, so I'm here..." I said. She rubbed her eyes.
"Stay over there and leave me alone, please?" I sighed and went to the other side of the room. I put my earbuds in and listened to Flo Rida's Low.

I must've fell asleep, because when I woked up it was 10am. Luckily it was a Saturday.