Monday morning. I get up from my bed, my alarm buzzing. I get up and fix my bed. Get out my school uniform and walk into the kitchen. My step-father is sitting on the couch watching foot-ball, beer cans dispersed everywhere. "Good morning" I say. No response. "Good morning.." I say again, a bit louder. "Shut up, bitch i'm trying to watch the television." It was true. I had an abusive father, beating me and pushing me around. Cursing, and repulsive actions. He was a foul pig, but he never sexually abused me. At least, not that I know of. I exit out the door, hair in pony tail and my socks to my knees. I wait at the bus stop next to the light pole, the only one at the end of the street, giving off light to the dim sky. I hear faint steps behind me, until they grow louder. "What we got here?" I turn around to see 3 girls behind, all lined up together. "Hello, Jessica, girls." I nod. She instant skips to the subject of the huge bruise on my left cheek, and the cut under my chin. "Looks like daddy had fun with you, no? Or whats it just another, 'falling down the stairs' accident?" I look down, no comment. She grabs me by my pony tail and forces me again'st the light pole. The other 2 girls take off my belt, which is keeping my skirt up and tie me to the pole. I struggle, but then feel my skirt fall to my feet, my pink underwear in full view. They run off as the sounds of the bus's breaks can be heard from the distance. The bus stops in full view of me, and the windows plop down, clicking sounds of phones and flashes, laughter and giggles are heard. The bus driver gets down and helps untie me and fix my clothing. I get on the bus and sit in the back, having all eyes on me. I cry, and tremble at what just happened. What now.. what now?
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Teen FictionSo..this is a fictional story. No characters are real and everything is fake. Please don't take in offense for anything. v-v
