Chapter 1
"Hey Gabriella, catch!" Zac Hanson shouted from the bleachers. I turned around. Zac threw a football in my direction and I caught it with ease. Zac smiled. "Wow, that was a good catch!"
"Thanks." I said quietly.
"You wanna play a little touch football with me and the guys?" Zac asked.
"Sure!" I said, my face lighting up.
"Cool." Zac jumped off the bleachers. I dropped my backpack in the grass and raced Zac across the field to where a few guys were tossing a football around.
"You guys up for a little touch football?" Zac asked, grabbing a football.
"Sure." Mike, the quaterback said. "As long as Gabby is on my team!"
I smiled as we began to pick teams.
I opened the door quietly, hoping my dad wouldn't hear or see me. I had completely lost track of time. I twas 7:45 pm. I knew there would be hell to face if my dad knew I was just now getting home.
I tiptoed quietly up the stairs to my room. Halfway up, I tripped on a shoe that was lying on one of the stairs. My bookbag slipped and tumbled all the way down.
"Gabriella!" came a slurred yell from the next room. My father appeared at the foot of the steps; his eyes bloodshot and with a half-full bottle of vodka in his hand.
"Where the hell have you been you little bitch?"
"I...I lost track of time." I stuttered shakily.
I asked you where you had been!" he shouted.
"I'm right here, you don't have to yell." I said quietly.
"Are you back-talking me, you little worthless shit?" he yelled fiercly, trying unsucessfully to climb the stairs.
"No sir."
"That's what I thought. If you know what's best for you, you better get the hell out of here fast!"
I turned and ran up to my room, making sure the door was locked behind me.
Chapter 2
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