I walked into the my first class. My head is down. My chestnut hair covers my bruised face. You can't see my tired blue eyes, the tear stains on my cheeks, or the bruises that cover my arms and legs. No you don't see.
I walk to my desk. The vulgar writing over it burns my skin. My desk is in the back of the class. My cross hangs out over my jacket. The silver reflects off the light and dances on my desk. I am the only one to see the small glimmer of hope twirl and jump across the plastic surface. I smile for a second. But the rest of my peers walk in and the smile runs off my face, almost like its being chased away by Satan himself.
The obnoxious bell rings. The teacher starts class. My classmates laugh and giggle and tease. They're all happy.
I'm happy for them. I'm glad gave them reasons to laugh and smile today. He is great. He performs that kind of magic. One day, I know I will receive all the happiness they possess too. Maybe one day I can join them and we can all celebrate together.
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Bruises
Teen FictionSometimes, things can seem unbearable. Even more so when you're alone in the world, with no one by your side. That's how Ashlee's life is. She has no friends, her father an alcoholic, her mother basically useless... Oh and two little sisters that sh...
