I stood there in despair wearing my work uniform hoping I'de not see anyone. My hair was tied back with my work hat positioned on the crown of my head, I was so ashamed. People were staring at me from every direction I felt so isolated. As I tried to walk into the kitchen a little boy tripped me up and I fell straight into the dirty wash bucket. I layed my head on my knees as I was starting to feel tears escaping my eyes. Multiple questions were running through my mind, why does no one like me?, why do I have no one to talk to? ,why ,why. That night I sat on my bed wondering why I was even here, I pulled up my sleeve to see the healed scars that were planted on my skin. I thought this was the only way to get my sadness out, for years I've just wanted to let myself go, there was just one thing keeping me from doing it,
MAGCON. I yanked my sleeve back down when memories were starting to flood back. At that moment I quickly ran into my bathroom, brushed my teeth, then looked at my self in the mirror, wondering what was wrong with me.
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FanfictionHey my name is Caitlin I was left to defend for myself from the age of 10. Now That I'm 17 I can now see the world from it beauty's and not from its ugliness. read this to find out what happens when I finally put my guard down.
