Snippet #1095410

Alison walked through the front door in her house and dropped her bag on the ground. She was about to run up the stairs but turned to came face to face with her parents, who both held a stern look. Just by that she knew she had done something wrong. She walked passed them and sat on one of the stools in the kitchen. They followed her and placed a piece of paper in front of her. She didn’t need to look to closely to know it was her report card.

“What are you thinking?” Her fathers voice was calm although perhaps an octave lower then normal. Her mother just stood next to him with her arms crossed. “How do you expect to get anywhere with these grades? These wont get you into college, they wont get you a well paying career.” His index finger jabbed the paper that was in front of her. “What do you have to say for yourself?” She sat quietly and said nothing. It would do no good to argue, she had learned that at an early age. Her father sighed and told her to go to her room and think about her future.

The there’ve year old hopped down from her stool and went to her room. Out of the many classes she had only two of the grades were C’s the rest were A’s. She was raging inside. If they wanted her to work so hard why had they slaked off to begin with. And it was obvious that they had or they wouldn’t continuously be telling her how she had to be better and bring money into the family. None of her friends parents were like that…so stupid.

Alison woke with thinking about her grades and how she had to study harder. It didn’t take to long for the pain to interrupt that thought. She let out a low moan and her eye lashed fluttered before lifting and revealing chocolate brown eyes. Her face was streaked with dirt and her auburn hair matted with it. Her clothes were dirty as well, and her white hoddie probably wasn’t so white any more. She must have looked a sight but who wouldn’t after what had happened.

That thought snapped her back to the present. She tried to push herself up and managed to a least get her elbows under her. The movement made her dizzy and she almost let herself fall back again. She focused on her surroundings and noticed people around her. Her leg was throbbing, but she tried to push away the pain. She couldn’t remember where she was and that needed to come first. She tried to speak but her mouth and throat were too dry.