My Bully's Love

"Ella, hurry up or you're going to be late for school!" This is the second time my mother has yelled upstairs for me, but I just sit here, on the edge of my bed, staring at the wall.

I tell myself that it's going to be a good day, but who am I kidding? I haven't had a good day at school in two years. Only six more months left of my senior year, and then it will be all over. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet, and that's the most messed up part. I'm eighteen years old, about to graduate high school, and I have a full scholarship to pretty much any college I want to go.

My name is Ella Baxter and I'm a nerd who has no friends, I never break any rules, and I have a deep need to please everyone, but myself. I haven't always been this way, but circumstances bring on change, and for me, it was not for the better. I used to have a lot of friends; two of them being my best friends, Amy and Bree. We were inseparable throughout middle school and junior high. It wasn't until the beginning of sophomore year when I had to distance myself from everyone in my life except for my family.

"Honey! Are you coming down or not?" Once again, my mother's voice reaches me. Sighing, I reach down, grabbing my backpack, and head down before mom has a coronary.

I paste a smile on my face as I round the corner to the kitchen, where my younger sister and brother sit with a bowl of cereal. Eli, my nine-year-old brother has his bowl tipped back as he slurps the milk out. Meanwhile, my fifteen-year-old sister, Elise, is dripping milk on the table every time she spoons the cereal into her mouth because her eyes are glue to her cellphone. This is an everyday occurrence in the Baxter household.

I roll my eyes and lean down, giving my dad a kiss on his cheek, "Good morning, daddy."

"Morning, sweetie, did you oversleep again?" His concern for my wellbeing is written all over his face. I've always been his little girl, and it shows in the way he babies me over everything. I don't complain though, because I need all the love and attention that I can get these days.

"No, daddy." I don't add anything else, but I do smile at him. I could have lied and made something up, but again, I'm a goodie goodie; I would never lie to my parents. He only hesitates a moment before going back to his newspaper.

Taking my seat beside my dad, my mother sets my two slices of peanut butter toast and a banana down in front of me. Unlike my siblings, I'm not a fan of cold cereal. I prefer something more substantial in my stomach before starting a grueling day at school.

"This is the third day in a row