I woke up to the sound of an annoying, ranting step mother. She was talking about my laziness again. The thing was is that it's 4:00 am. I hear the door slam and know that it's safe for me to get out of bed.
I walk over to the dresser and put on a purple lace tank top. Over it I wear a sheer, black elbow length shirt. I pull my straight jet black hair into a fishtail braid. I pull out some purple skinny jeans from my pants drawer. I put on the normal eyeliner and bracelets.
I start to head downstairs after a last minute check.
I don't understand why I do that every morning. It's not going to make a difference. I'm an out cast. Nobody likes me.
I try to make friends, I really do. Somehow though they always leave. I scare them away.
I'm just a normal teen like them. Accept I'm not normal. I'm not accepted.
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