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Ye Wanwan opened her eyes. She was faced with a pair of eyes that sent chills down her spine and made her soul quiver. "Ah——" Her pale fingers tightly twisted the duvet. Again, she had to endure the pain of her body being torn apart. Could this be hell? Why is it that I'm obviously dead but had to come back here, next to this devil? Her mind was muddled due to this man's scorching temperature and out of instinct, she resisted, "Don't touch me!" With one fluid movement, it was as if she was touched by ice. His ghostly, bloodthirsty expression clouded and his ice-cold lips bit down on her ruthlessly, as if wanting to swallow her whole. Ye Wanwan was in such pain that she couldn't think straight. She muttered subconsciously, "Why… Why me… Si Yehan… Why must it be me…?" "Because it has to be you." Hearing his deep and hoarse voice was like a shackle of chains that imprisoned her soul. Upon hearing the same answer he'd given her in her previous life, Ye Wanwan fell into a coma. … When she opened her eyes again, the darkness of the night sky had turned into daylight. A floral scent filled the air and the warm glow of the sun filtered in, momentarily dissipating her uneasiness. Yet, in the next second, Ye Wanwan tensed up again. A strong sense of distress spread in her as the man awakened. His arm around her waist tightened. She was akin to a pillow, being held in his arms. "Still leaving?" Next to her ears whispered the voice that gave her the creeps. Out of her survival instincts, Ye Wanwan shook her head. She was unsure whether he believed her. He glanced at her for a moment and then looked down, giving her little kisses on her lips, chin and neck… The heavy, hot breath buried in her neck gave her warning signs all over her body. She was like a deer who'd been bitten by a predator. She didn't dare move an inch. After what seemed like forever, he finally let her loose. In the next second, a surprisingly pleasant sight fell into Ye Wanwan's view. He left the bed half-naked, the backlight outlining his slender stature and tapered waist. However, this view lasted only for a moment as he swiftly picked up his clothes by the bed and buttoned his shirt all the way to the top meticulously. It was only a while ago that he'd been as ferocious as a beast, but in this moment, his handsome face was cold without a trace of humanity. It wasn't until she heard the sound of the door shutting that Ye Wanwan allowed her nerves to relax. She could finally reflect on her current situation. She slowly glanced at the furnishings around her, and also at her own reflection in the vanity mirror opposite. The black lips of the girl in the mirror had been gnawed at till there was only a faint colour left and the makeup on her face had been completely smeared by tears and sweat. On her body filled with bruises and hickeys was a horrific and bloody tattoo. She couldn't believe this was how she looked at only 20 years old! At that time, in order to distance herself from Si Yehan, she purposely made herself look ugly and disgusting. Now she'd actually been… reborn… Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of fear and despair caused her to choke. Why… Why have I returned to 7 years in the past?! I'd rather die than return here, back by this devil's side. She clearly remembered that this was where she and Si Yehan first had sex, and she'd been tormented thoroughly for countless nights afterwards. She'd lost her lover, her family, even her dignity and freedom. She'd lost everything. Must I go through all of it again? No. Since God's given me a chance to live again, I have to change it all! Oh… But how am I going to change? To Si Yehan, crushing her was easier than crushing an ant. He got whatever he wanted. Ye Wanwan took a deep breath, forcing the fear of that man out of her. There must be a way! At least she was no longer the same stupid, mindless and impulsive teenager. "Oh my god! Wanwan…" She heard a sudden exclamation. Hearing this familiar voice, Ye Wanwan sti
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Ye Wanwan opened her eyes. She was faced with a pair of eyes that sent chills down her spine and made her soul quiver. "Ah——" Her pale fingers tightly twisted the duvet. Again, she had to endure the pain of her body being torn apart. Could this be hell? Why is it that I'm obviously dead but had to come back here, next to this devil? Her mind was muddled due to this man's scorching temperature and out of instinct, she resisted, "Don't touch me!" With one fluid movement, it was as if she was touched by ice. His ghostly, bloodthirsty expression clouded and his ice-cold lips bit down on her ruthlessly, as if wanting to swallow her whole. Ye Wanwan was in such pain that she couldn't think straight. She muttered subconsciously, "Why… Why me… Si Yehan… Why must it be me…?" "Because it has to be you." Hearing his deep and hoarse voice was like a shackle of chains that imprisoned her soul. Upon hearing the same answer he'd given her in her previous life, Ye Wanwan fell into a coma. … When she opened her eyes again, the darkness of the night sky had turned into daylight. A floral scent filled the air and the warm glow of the sun filtered in, momentarily dissipating her uneasiness. Yet, in the next second, Ye Wanwan tensed up again. A strong sense of distress spread in her as the man awakened. His arm around her waist tightened. She was akin to a pillow, being held in his arms. "Still leaving?" Next to her ears whispered the voice that gave her the creeps. Out of her survival instincts, Ye Wanwan shook her head. She was unsure whether he believed her. He glanced at her for a moment and then looked down, giving her little kisses on her lips, chin and neck… The heavy, hot breath buried in her neck gave her warning signs all over her body. She was like a deer who'd been bitten by a predator. She didn't dare move an inch. After what seemed like forever, he finally let her loose. In the next second, a surprisingly pleasant sight fell into Ye Wanwan's view. He left the bed half-naked, the backlight outlining his slender stature and tapered waist. However, this view lasted only for a moment as he swiftly picked up his clothes by the bed and buttoned his shirt all the way to the top meticulously. It was only a while ago that he'd been as ferocious as a beast, but in this moment, his handsome face was cold without a trace of humanity. It wasn't until she heard the sound of the door shutting that Ye Wanwan allowed her nerves to relax. She could finally reflect on her current situation. She slowly glanced at the furnishings around her, and also at her own reflection in the vanity mirror opposite. The black lips of the girl in the mirror had been gnawed at till there was only a faint colour left and the makeup on her face had been completely smeared by tears and sweat. On her body filled with bruises and hickeys was a horrific and bloody tattoo. She couldn't believe this was how she looked at only 20 years old! At that time, in order to distance herself from Si Yehan, she purposely made herself look ugly and disgusting. Now she'd actually been… reborn… Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of fear and despair caused her to choke. Why… Why have I returned to 7 years in the past?! I'd rather die than return here, back by this devil's side. She clearly remembered that this was where she and Si Yehan first had sex, and she'd been tormented thoroughly for countless nights afterwards. She'd lost her lover, her family, even her dignity and freedom. She'd lost everything. Must I go through all of it again? No. Since God's given me a chance to live again, I have to change it all! Oh… But how am I going to change? To Si Yehan, crushing her was easier than crushing an ant. He got whatever he wanted. Ye Wanwan took a deep breath, forcing the fear of that man out of her. There must be a way! At least she was no longer the same stupid, mindless and impulsive teenager. "Oh my god! Wanwan…" She heard a sudden exclamation. Hearing this familiar voice, Ye Wanwan sti
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Ye Wanwan opened her eyes. She was faced with a pair of eyes that sent chills down her spine and made her soul quiver. "Ah——" Her pale fingers tightly twisted the duvet. Again, she had to endure the pain of her body being torn apart. Could this be hell? Why is it that I'm obviously dead but had to come back here, next to this devil? Her mind was muddled due to this man's scorching temperature and out of instinct, she resisted, "Don't touch me!" With one fluid movement, it was as if she was touched by ice. His ghostly, bloodthirsty expression clouded and his ice-cold lips bit down on her ruthlessly, as if wanting to swallow her whole. Ye Wanwan was in such pain that she couldn't think straight. She muttered subconsciously, "Why… Why me… Si Yehan… Why must it be me…?" "Because it has to be you." Hearing his deep and hoarse voice was like a shackle of chains that imprisoned her soul. Upon hearing the same answer he'd given her in her previous life, Ye Wanwan fell into a coma. … When she opened her eyes again, the darkness of the night sky had turned into daylight. A floral scent filled the air and the warm glow of the sun filtered in, momentarily dissipating her uneasiness. Yet, in the next second, Ye Wanwan tensed up again. A strong sense of distress spread in her as the man awakened. His arm around her waist tightened. She was akin to a pillow, being held in his arms. "Still leaving?" Next to her ears whispered the voice that gave her the creeps. Out of her survival instincts, Ye Wanwan shook her head. She was unsure whether he believed her. He glanced at her for a moment and then looked down, giving her little kisses on her lips, chin and neck… The heavy, hot breath buried in her neck gave her warning signs all over her body. She was like a deer who'd been bitten by a predator. She didn't dare move an inch. After what seemed like forever, he finally let her loose. In the next second, a surprisingly pleasant sight fell into Ye Wanwan's view. He left the bed half-naked, the backlight outlining his slender stature and tapered waist. However, this view lasted only for a moment as he swiftly picked up his clothes by the bed and buttoned his shirt all the way to the top meticulously. It was only a while ago that he'd been as ferocious as a beast, but in this moment, his handsome face was cold without a trace of humanity. It wasn't until she heard the sound of the door shutting that Ye Wanwan allowed her nerves to relax. She could finally reflect on her current situation. She slowly glanced at the furnishings around her, and also at her own reflection in the vanity mirror opposite. The black lips of the girl in the mirror had been gnawed at till there was only a faint colour left and the makeup on her face had been completely smeared by tears and sweat. On her body filled with bruises and hickeys was a horrific and bloody tattoo. She couldn't believe this was how she looked at only 20 years old! At that time, in order to distance herself from Si Yehan, she purposely made herself look ugly and disgusting. Now she'd actually been… reborn… Suddenly, an overwhelming sense of fear and despair caused her to choke. Why… Why have I returned to 7 years in the past?! I'd rather die than return here, back by this devil's side. She clearly remembered that this was where she and Si Yehan first had sex, and she'd been tormented thoroughly for countless nights afterwards. She'd lost her lover, her family, even her dignity and freedom. She'd lost everything. Must I go through all of it again? No. Since God's given me a chance to live again, I have to change it all! Oh… But how am I going to change? To Si Yehan, crushing her was easier than crushing an ant. He got whatever he wanted. Ye Wanwan took a deep breath, forcing the fear of that man out of her. There must be a way! At least she was no longer the same stupid, mindless and impulsive teenager. "Oh my god! Wanwan…" She heard a sudden exclamation. Hearing this familiar voice, Ye Wanwan sti
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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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"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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"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 Bit...ch!" 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 aro
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"Cry! You worthless Bit...ch!" 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 aro
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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 Bit...ch!" 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 aro
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"Cry! You worthless Bit...ch!" 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 aro
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"Cry! You worthless Bit...ch!" 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 aro
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"Cry! You worthless Bit...ch!" 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 aro