Authors point of View:

Jillian was coming home from the hell hole called High School in her car that looked like Bumblebee from Transformers. She dreaded coming home today since today was one of the days her 'mother' was gonna force her to go to a Banquet for kids her age. She never liked anything about it, her 'mother' made her wear the tightest pink dresses, pink stelletos, pink accessories, pink makeup, the boys there were all pervereted and wanted to fuck her, and the girls who weren't like her always tried to ruin her outfit which her 'mother' would blame her for. She sighed as she was already in her driveway. This wasn't the only thing her 'mother' forced her to do. She forced her to go to proper ediquite classes, ballroom dancing classes, etc.... When she wanted to be in her garage ether playing VideoGames, working on her car to make it go faster, or inventing things. Jillian's looks were hair was a dyed NavyBlue with back streaks and tips that touched her butt, her eyes were as gold as Foxy's from FNAF, her skin was a strange pale, she had beautiful features and curves, and she was 5'5. Boys would want to fuck with her if her popularity level was good enough along with her style. As in showing a LOT of skin. She got out of her car slamming her door shut only for her 'mother' to grab her arm tightly and roughly dragging her into the house "Jillian Faith Parham. You must get ready this instant. Have you forgotten what tonight is?!?!!!!!" Her 'mother' Stacey yelled, Jillian sucked in a breath "Of course not Mother. How could I forget an amazing event that's happening tonight." She said as she placed her hands nearly behind her back like Slender Man. Her 'mother' grabbed her ear and started dragging her inside again "Well good! Now take a shower, blow dry that hair of yours, and get ready!" She yelled pushing her outfit and makeup to her daughter before she walked outside to smoke a couple of cigars.

Jillian sighed since there's no fighting this woman or you deal with abuse. She went into the bathroom and closed the door locking it as well. She put the makeup neatly on the sink and the dress on the hanger and shoes on the toilet. She stripped her clothes off after she turned on the shower water on warm and went inside feeling the warm beads hit against her bare skin. She wet her dyed hair that the dye never seamed to fade out at all not even rinse out since she first dyed it, she them put in a shampoo and conditioner mix and rubbed that into her hair and scalp getting every single piece of hair, she quickly rinsed it out getting every drop of soap out, she grabbed her body wash and started washing the school smell off of her. She quickly rinsed herself off and turned off the water, she got out of the shower and wrapped her body in a towel and put her hair in a high clip so it wouldn't soak get towel. She started drying her bare body. She got done with that and put the corsage on which was made for cleavage but she already has enough of that but her 'mother' wants her to be thiner than that, she tightened up to her 'mothers' liking which made her lose a lot of breath which she gained back as she was tying it, she sipped the pink dress on along with the matching heels and accessories and started blow drying her hair. She finished with that then started brushing her mermaid hair so the nots were gone, she put in her pink accessories and started to do her makeup. This is how she looked so far.

Yes. Just pure torcher for this young girl. She finished her makeup which was hot pink lipstick, light pink eye shadow, and rose blush. Her 'mother' wanted her to embrace pink while she dispiced it with her heart, well except rose she can deal with that. She sighed as her night of tourcher was about to begin. She walked out of the bathroom holding her dress up walking to the front porch where her 'mother' was still smoking. Her 'mother' saw her a smiled to herself "If only you wore pink everyday than that be perfect. Now let's go the limos waiting for us." She said as she took one last puff of her cigar and got out of her chair. They started walking to the limo and drove off to the Banquet.

After the Banquet........

Jillian's Point of View:

I hate this so damn much. I hate everything of my 'mother' does to me. I wanna be me. This was basically the worst banquet possible, all the boys tried smacking my ass which my 'mother' found good since I was 'attraction' men, girls tried more ways to ruin my outfit, and a girl tripped me while I had a plate with cupcake on it getting cake and frosting on my dress. I know my 'mother' is so gonna beat me even though she saw it. We got out of the limo and it drived off and my 'mother' looked at me with an enraged look in her eyes "GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW YOU UGLY ASS WHORE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She yelled which made me scared as I ran to the garage which was my room. I locked myself in so she couldn't get in since I was the only on with the key. I had hot tears pricking my gold eyes as I took of my gloves and threw them in the trash taking off my clothes and the corsage and throwing it all in the trash. I grabbed an everyday outfit out since I sleep in normal clothes and put it on feeling more comfortable that I could breathe.

I climbed the latter that was in front of my bed and opened the hatch that led to the roof. I sat on the roof and started looking at the clear starry night sky. I saw a shooting star pass by making me close my eye and cup my hands together quickly making a wish before it disappeared "I wish..... That I would have just at least one friend who would care for me. That's all I ask for please." I said as my tears came prickling my eyes and a rough one left my left eye hitting the roof top. I wiped my face with my sleeve and continued star gazing. After about an hour I yawned signaling that I should go to bed. I went down the hatch closing it and jumping down the latter. Something told me to keep my shoes on so I did, I laid down in my bed not even bothering to cover myself up with a blanket. I closed my eyes and let sleep take over..........