The screaming and bounding continued to taunter me, echoing through out the house. The person behind those screaming and yelling was my father, or should I say step-father. I could see the door of my room barley standing against all of the violence its enduring. It could barely hold him and like always he would evently get in. I needed to get the hell out of here before my lock finally give in. Hurriedly i backed a set of clothes and everything I needed for an overnight. Opening the window I climbed outside. I used to be scared of this, jumping out of the 2nd floor window and climbing my way down throughout the tree, but its better than the nightmare thats waiting for me if I stayed.
Once my feet reached the floor I looked back at the window to see my step father face. I barely made it. Looking at the road I sprinted to the only place I know and memorized to my brain. After I reached the school ground gate I climbed my way. I headed straight to the bleachers, my well known bed for tonight.
My name is Skyler, I'm 17 years old, and this is my life story, or should I say my hell story.