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School ended, and I needed to buy some things so I headed to the mall. When I arrived at the mall, I first headed into forever 21. I bought a few tops and a pair of black skinny jeans. I had everything I needed so I headed home. I was outside the mall when I saw Ashton beating up another girl. I felt sorry for the girl, knowing the pain she was going through. I wanted Ashton to stop, so when I walked by him I said "hey why are you doing that to her?" He looked surprised to see me"just leave, this is none of you fucking business." " I won't leave until you stop beating her up", I demanded. "You will leave." Ashton said. "No." "Fine then have it your way", and with that came a punch in the stomach. I fell to the ground. He started to beat me up. When I turned my head I saw the girl had left, at least she didn't get hurt to badly. When Ashton finished he walked away. I got up, with some difficulty, and headed home in pain. Not much further did I see the girl that Ashton was punching, she was sitting on a bench. When I reached her, I saw that she would end up having a black eye." Hey" I said."Hi". " Why did he do that to you, if you don't mind me asking?" "Oh, well, I was his girlfriend, but I broke up with him. He wasn't to happy when I told him, so he started punching me." He's such a bitch. "Sorry to hear that." I said. "It's okay, I' m Ally by the way". "I'm Monica, nice to meet you."

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I talked to Ally for a little while, but she had to go home so we said goodbye and exchanged phone numbers. I hope we can keep in touch, it's been a while since I had a friend.

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When I got home, I put my things away and took a nice long shower. When I got out I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked pretty bad. I had a bruise on my face and stomach. I had a black eye forming, and my leg was covered in bruises. Great, I don't know if I can cover myself up well enough that no one will notice my bruises. I might have to skip school. But what would my dad do, if he found out.

I got dressed into my pj's and headed for bed. I hate my life.

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