Shattered

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"The mind replays what the heart can't delete" - Yasmin Mogahed

I wake up to the sound of my alarm. Great time to go to this hell hole called school.

I wince as pain shoots through my ribs as I get up.

I take a shower and throw on a hoodie and leggings. I don't own much clothes but i manage to look somewhat put together. I put my hair in a ponytail and walk downstairs.

When I get downstairs their is beer bottles everywhere including my mom's boyfriend Kingston passed out on the couch with a beer in his hand.

I grab a apple and head out the door. As I walk to school i decide to put my head phones on and listen to music.

When I get to school I realize I'm the first one here as usual. I head to my AP world history class down the hall.

I pick the seat in the far back corner.

I don't have any friends and like to keep my head down. I'm known as the school freak.

As the bell rings classrooms start to fill up.

I sigh as I pull out my notebook and start taking notes.

When class is over I start heading to trig until my name is called over the loud speaker. "Valentina Morretti please report to the main office."

Everyone starts breaking their necks just to stare at me.

I start to panic what could I have possibly done now.

As I walk to the office I keep my head down low.

When I arrive at the office I see principal Jones with a look of sympathy in his eyes and two strange, tall looking men. Weird.

I sit down in the office and I ask "what did you call me down here for?' Mr. Jones goes on to explain that my mom was killed in a car accident this morning. "She was driving drunk and swerved her car off the bridge."

I get excited but try not to show it. Mr Jones gives me a weird look.

No more abuse, no more sending me to her friends to toy with.

Oh wait! am I going to fosrter care or an orphange?

I ask Mr. Jones "so what happens to me?"

He goes on to explain that my biological brother will be taking me in.

"There must be some mistake. I don't have any brothers." I say.

I furrow my eyebrows as I see a look of hurt wash over the two strange men faces.

Side eye.

"Your eldest brother Giovanni Moretti decided to take you in." He says.

"How many brothers do I have?" I ask.

"six."

Six brothers?!? How am I gonna handle abuse from not one but six brothers?!?
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