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Claire's P.O.V.- I was never the greatest athlete, I could never run as long as my brother, nor could I catch a ball when it was sent to me. It was no secret, my skill stopped at my brain, I wasn't born to run, I was born to read, to study, to write. Yet they seem to hold no importance in this pack, I get that me reading a book won't help me fight in a rogue attack, but it is useful anyways, at least to me. It became such a pain just to get up in the morning only to go and try to train before going to school. It was like a nightmare followed by a nightmare. The Alpha followed me around as he knew that the moment he stopped looking I would start walking or simply leave. It took him a while to learn that, but he eventually did, much to my dissapointment. Running wasn't even the worst part of the training, no, that award fell on my packmates as they continously like to bother me and remind me of how incompetent I am. They treated me as if I was a runt, not the Beta's daughter which I am. However, there is no beta willing to defend me as that title fell on my brother and to my brother I simply don't exist. We all handle the grief of loss differently, I focused on my studies and came to terms with the death of my parents, my brother alienated me and avoided me as if I were the plague. My parent's death was still one of the worst tragedies in my pack, it was just unexpected. According to what I remember and what I have overheard, they were attacked by a great number of rogues and couldn't fend them off. However, they were able to warn the rest of the pack of the upcoming attack and their death gave them enough time to be able to earn a victory. Blah, Blah, they tell you as a kid in an attempt to pull back the punch of the fact that your parents are dead. They died as heroes, yeah, but they are dead and won't come back to tuck you in at night. It took me a while but I eventually came to terms with it, on my own. I didn't have any friends or family to help me through it. My lack of friends could be mostly blamed on my pack who simply did not make it easy, and partly on me as well, I just don't trust people and can come off as rude when they try to approach me. But I was fine, I missed them a lot, sure, and I sometimes selfishly wish they hadn't died together even though I know that it would've caused them great pain to be apart, but I was fine. I just hope that I can find someone to spend time with and who cares about me, I just hope that my brother cared, but I can't force him to, which is why I need someone. I am hoping to find that someone today. I turned sixteen today, and I will finally be able to meet my mate, something I am equally excited and terrified about, there is just so much significance to a mate according to what I've been told and to finally be able to meet someone who holds that much importance to me is completely nerve racking. I took a shower, trying to do my best to wipe off the dirt from falling over while running, yet my arms refuse to cooperate with the heaviness from the workout this morning. The Alpha always praises my strength, my endurance he keeps quiet about, as he doesn't enjoy bringing me down like the rest of the pack does, so he makes me lift more weights than he does to others. Even though it irritates me, at least it is good to know that he tries with me, most don't even bother. I try to look presentable, but still comfortable as I want to fool no one about who I am, so I put on some skinny jeans and a hoodie, a nice hoodie, I hope he'll appreciate the effort. I also put some chapstick in my lips so that they are not dry and put my wavy brown hair in a ponytail. I grab an apple to eat on my way to school and say goodbye to my brother, who doesn't reply, as usual. The walk to school is not good, my legs wanted to give out on me. I used to go to school on the bus, but so did my packmates, and it just gave them more time to team up on me. My brother had a car, but I didn't ask and he didn't offer. Despite my tiredness, when I arrived to school, I was excited positive that my life w
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"Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and yanked me up. Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up to them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has naturally blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that new kids are coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the nuts. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so no one can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. BEEP BEEP BEEP B- I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, underwear, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curve of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. Not that I wanna see that body still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to another terrible place - I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crowded again and put my combination in, opening it, I shoved my stuff inside and grabbed what I needed for class. I shut my locker and walked to math class. I'm kind of glad new kids came today, usually I would've been terrorized by now but nope. Thanks new kids. Suddenly I heard lots of footsteps and laughter from the other students. I turned and saw the whole hallway was now crowded and there were three unrecognizable faces. The new kids. I stared at the shortest new kid and felt my knees go weak from how attractive he looks. I then looked at the second tallest and my mouth wanted to fall to the ground. Last but not least I looked at the tallest one and he was straight up hot. I leaned against the lockers, preventing myself from falling I can't like anyone. My dad gives me body violence twice and I can't handle it, it hurts too much. I pulled my hoodie down over my face even more so you can't tell what I'm doing. "Look at that, blueberry just turned into a cherry!" A
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"Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and yanked me up. Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up to them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my underwear to bed because it's bad for my health. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has naturally blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that new kids are coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the nuts. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so no one can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. **** BEEP BEEP BEEP B- I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, underwear, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curve of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well not wear anything at all. Not that I wanna see that body still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to another terrible place - I mean school. click to the book
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I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not th
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I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not th
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I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not th
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I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not th
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"Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crowded
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"Cry! You worthless 。!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt tears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. "You 。ing 。." He said, back handing me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. BEEP BEEP BEEP B- I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls w
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I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. The new kids. I stared at the shortest new kid and felt my knees go weak from how sexy he looks. I then looked at the second tallest and my mouth wanted to fall to the ground. Last but not least I looked at the tallest one and he was straight up hot. I leaned against the lockers, preventing myself from falling down. I can't like anyone. My dad would give me twice the beatings and I can't handle it, it hurts too much. I pulled my hoodie down over my face even more so you can't tell what I'm doing. "Look at that, blueberry just turned into a cherry!" A nagging voice I know all to well shouted, making everyone look at me. And I mean everyone. The extremely hot alien-like guy looked over and we locked gazes for a brief second before I immediately looked away. "Why is she called blueberry?" The shortest new kid asked. Amanda grinned then she stalked toward me which made me drop my things and block my face from being hit. "Why are you so scared you little cunt? Why do you think everyone's out to fight you? Stupid bitch." Amanda hissed, reaching past my arms that are blocking my face and pulling my hoodie down. All new kids gasped then the shortest one laughed along with the second tallest, the tallest one stayed silent with his burning gaze locked
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He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt tears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. "You 。ing 。." He said, back handing me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. BEEP BEEP BEEP B- I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my loc
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"Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crow
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"Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crow
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"Cry! You worthless!" He screamed, slashing me on the back with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and grabbed my hair, yanking me up. I felt fears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "You better go get washed and get some rest, you don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to spit in his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. He back handed me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my bra to bed because it's bad for your breast. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the school’s ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the dorks. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so you can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. Beep I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, bra, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curse of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well be naked. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to hell- I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crow
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"Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and yanked me up. Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up to them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my underwear to bed because it's bad for my health. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has naturally blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that new kids are coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the nuts. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so no one can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. **** BEEP BEEP BEEP B- I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, underwear, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curve of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well not wear anything at all. Not that I wanna see that body still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to another terrible place - I mean school. When I arrived at school everything was actually pretty good. Nobody was even around. I literally ran to my locker before the halls were crowded again and put my combination in, opening it, I shoved my stuff inside and grabbed what I needed for class. I shut my locker and walked to math class. I'm kind of glad new kids came today, usually I would've been terrorized by now but nope. Thanks new kids. Suddenly I heard lots of footsteps and laughter from the other students. I turned and saw the whole hallway was now crowded and there were three unrecognizable faces. The new kids. I stared at the shortest new kid and felt my knees go weak from how attractive he looks. I then looked at the second tallest and my mouth wante
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Cry! Now cry!" He screamed, greeting me with the whip. I stayed silent, feeling my back go numb from the hits. He dropped the whip after realizing it wasn't working and yanked me up. I felt tears slide down my cheeks as he gripped my hair tightly, shaking my head around which is giving me a headache. "Now go get washed and get some rest, I don't want anyone at school to know because if anyone finds out, or even gets suspicious, we're moving! Got it sweetie?" My dad asked sickly sweet. My only response was to hit his eyes. He hollered out and wiped his eyes, giving me a look that could kill. "Little eyesore!" He said, back handing me. "Go get washed up! Now!" With that he dropped me and walked away, leaving the basement and probably going to get some beer. I laid on the ground feeling my forehead throb with pain as blood gushed out of it. Why me? Why can't I have a normal life? I slowly stood while using the wall to keep me up, I walked over to the stairs and went up them. I reached the top and opened the door, stepping out of the basement, I shut the door and tip toed to the bathroom. I walked in the bathroom and locked the door. I took my clothes off and got in the shower then turned the water on, not daring to look at my hideous body. It's like god took all of everyone's flaws and gave them to me. I'm so not ready for the weekend to be over but then again, I'm glad to be getting away from my dad for 8 hours. I grabbed the soap and washed my hair, body, and my face. I didn't wash my back, I only let the water rinse it. I rinsed the soap and turned the water off, getting out and drying myself. I wrapped the towel around me and unlocked the bathroom door, running to my room and locking the door also. Relieved I made it out alive, I went to my half broken dresser and grabbed a t-shirt, underwear, and some shorts. I let the towel drop to the floor and put my clothes on, see I usually don't wear my underwear to bed because it's bad for my health. At least I care about my body I just can't do anything to take care of it except for the small things like this. I stood in front of my mirror that has a crack going down the middle and grimaced, hating my looks. I have silver eyes that look bland and dead, I hate them. I have scars and bruises all along my face, I hate them. My lips are always chapped because I have no chapstick, I hate it. I have long wavy blue hair that's extremely knotted, I hate it. I don't have a brush either. I mean who on this planet has natural blue hair? Nobody, I'm an outcast... I hate having blue hair because I'm always bullied for it. The only good thing about me are my teeth, they're perfectly straight and white. The worst part is that there are new kids coming in tomorrow and now I'm gonna have more bullies unless the new kids are abused too, even the nerds are more popular than me. I'm like the schools ghost... I don't talk, I don't have any friends, and I'm always being harassed by the popular, sometimes even the nuts. Reaching for the band aids I keep on my dresser, I took one of the bigger ones and put it on the big gash on my forehead. Luckily I have makeup to cover the bruises and scars, the foundation is the same color as the band aids so no one can't tell I have a band aid on. Now it's time for me to get only 4 hours of sleep and get ready for school. I walked over to my mattress and plopped down on it, falling into a dreamless sleep. **** BEEP BEEP BEEP B- I turned the alarm off and hopped up, going to my dresser, I grabbed my baggy shirt, underwear, and my baggy jeans. I threw the clothes on and was satisfied with it, I'm not the type to show off my curve of a body unlike some people who wear so tight clothes that it's like another skin. They might as well not wear anything at all. Not that I wanna see that but still. I threw on my sneakers and sweatshirt, pulling the hood over my face, and some foundation then I was off to another terrible place - I mean school. When I arrived at school everything