BOOM! BOOM! sounds from my bedroom door, groaning under the pressure as if it was going to break in half at any moment. "Get the fuck out of bed stupid bitch," I hear from the man who's supposed to be my protector. "If you make me late again, I promise you'll regret it for the rest of your pathetic life!" He screams at me through the door.

Hearing his loud footsteps stomp down the hallway, I roll over on my side, sitting up from the torn futon I call my bed. I had found it by someone's garbage cans walking home from school a couple weeks ago. It was covered in dog hair and a few stains I wasn't sure what they were from.

Blinking as the memory fades, I start scrambling through my small backpack that carried the two outfits I owned with the few hygiene products I was able to gather from the school's lost and found. I grab out the small bottle of shampoo and slowly make my way to my door, removing the chair that was placed under the door handle.