Let me go

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Winter is my favourite month. Not because we get to drink hot chocolate and roast marsh mellows over an open fire but because we get to wear jumpers.

We get to wear them for school, and out in public and no one will think you're crazy. Why do I like wearing jumpers? Because they're warm and you can get cool designs, and I can hide my arms, that have been hacked at for 6 years.

You can't see my scars when you're not looking for them. But you can when I've been swimming or when the weather is cold (and I'm not wearing a jumper) because they go purple, like most scars. I have to admit though, it would be worse if I was pale. Which I'm not. I get olive skin from my father. I also get his dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. Luckily as I got older, I started looking more like my mum.

My mum had brown hair, (when she was younger) but she dyes every colour apart from grey. She is covered in freckles and she has really rich hazel coloured eyes. I guess that's where my two sisters get it from, my brother has blue eyes, like my step dad.

My mum had my sister and I to my father, then she married my step dad and had two kids with him. Hang on, I'll make it a little easier. My mother, Christine, she is 43. She had my sister Maria (she is 18) and I to my birth father Bruce (I don't refer to him as my dad) and they broke up after 2 years of having me. Then my mum met George, my step dad. They had my brother Charles (Chuck, he's 12) and got married. Three years later had my little sister Emily. She is 9.

We all (apart from Bruce) live in the same house. Maria and Chuck have there own rooms while Em and I share. Obviously my Mum and Dad share a room.