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┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐ ACT 1 └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘
This chapter contains mentions and signs of mental abuse and self harm as well as child neglect
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My mother was outdoing her job. She worked as a janitor, cleaned, and sometimes made clothes. My dad worked as a guard, he always did his best to protect everyone on the ark, especially me. I stayed home alone. I lay on my bed, reading one of my favorite books about dinosaurs. I've read it at least a million times. It's all I ever could do.
The book I read was titled, "Encyclopedia of Dinosaurs". It had tons of information, I've probably got them all memorized by now. I've read at least almost every single book on the Ark. The only ones I hadn't read were the ones about earth skills. I don't think I'll ever need them. Earth was a bit interesting, there were a ton of wars and such. But what interested me most were dinosaurs and ancient Rome, as well as greek gods.
A gladiator named, "Spartacus" sparked my interest one day. He led a massive slave rebellion and was a hell of a fighter. I've been reading about him and other parts about ancient Rome. My favorite greek goddess' are 'Astra Planeta'. They were known as the five wandering stars.
I shuffled my eyes through the book. I felt my mother's presence standing over me, but I stayed quiet.
"Seriously, You aren't gonna notice me? Say hello, how was work? I spent hours doing my job for you." my mom said in a way like I'd hurt her feelings.
"Hi, Mom," I murmured, keeping my eyes on my book. She snatched the book out of my hands, I quickly sat up and looked at her with a "what the fuck are you doing?" face. I then bit my bottom lip seeing her angry expression. I would've said something but it would only make matters worse.
"Your teacher told me you didn't come. Did you think I wouldn't find out, huh girl? You think you're better than me?" She kept yelling and screaming at me. She called it scolding but it wasn't. It was much more horrible, it felt horrible. I looked down, pouting a bit. Her voice muffled out as my head drifted to another place.
There it was. My daily little "yell of the day". Every day, I do one thing wrong and I'm getting yelled at. Maybe that's why I don't want to talk to other kids. Maybe they thought of me as troubled, but outside this room I sat in, my mother was a whole other person. The other kids always looked at me as if I was about to bite their heads off.
There was one kid I liked, slightly. I haven't seen him since his mother was floated for theft 1 year ago, so I stopped going to school. He was the only reason I went. I suppose he was arrested, just like the ark arrested every other kid. For some reason, they arrested every kid whose parents were floated because they suspected them of being an accessory to their crimes. They kept them in cells, constantly heavily gaurded. The ark showed no mercy to anyone at all. I couldn't remember the kid's name. He was two years older than me, maybe three.
