Hey! First i really want to thank whoever actually reads this i thought no one will😭 this chapter we will learn a bit about Dawn's past and why she lost motivation for everything i have a perfect plan for this book, i hope y'all like my little freak show! Please don't forget to vote so i know you like and support my book💗 -------------------------------------------------- i failed.. I wasn't really studying so i wasn't expecting much to be honest, the teacher told me he needs to talk with me after class.. (time skips) "Your grades have been decreasing Dawn you keep on failing every single test" I try hard for my face not to show how annoyed i am, i know how bad my grades are i don't need him to tell me! "I think you might need a tutor to help you since you can't really understand, i know it might be hard for you to study and keep your grades high because of... Your condition..." Did he just say that i have a condition? I completely lost my temper "Excuse me Mr. , did you just assume on your own that i have a condition just because of my skin?! I don't need a tutor I'm just simply bad at math! " I left him and rushed to the restroom so i don't cry in front of everybody... *she washes her face with cold water and avoids looking at her mirror reflection* Why can't that stupid teacher see it? I can't focus or study anymore after my father's death.. I feel a painful void that hunts me everywhere, my father left and took all reasons to smile with him, my life's been recently so dull, i loved singing so much but now it's pointless, everything has became pointless without him besides me... I pretend like i hate people and that i prefer solitude over stupid teens company but actually in moments like this, when I'm alone with nothing but my picture on the mirror, i realise that it's not me that pushes everyone it's the opposite, people hate me... I crave for attention and friendship , i never had a birthday party with friends like i see other kids post on social media, i never had friends at all, when i was only 4 this girl i wanted to play with didn't want to touch me or she'll get infected... When my father came to pick me up he didn't find me with the other children, he kept looking for me till he found me in the bathroom trying to wash away the light spots on my arms while sobbing. He quickly hugged me and lifted me in his embrace whispering that I'm prettier than that girl she's probably just jealous of how beautiful i am, i believed him, i always did, my dad will never lie to me.. But after his death, i no longer feel confident, i just keep on getting more and more tired, feeling overwhelmed by all this hatred i have for myself, why do i have to suffer.. why can't i be normal like anyone else? In fifth grade we moved to a different town so the first day in school, i sneaked my mom's make-up and covered my face with it so i can make friends, The teacher noticed and she was so angry she dragged me to the drinking fountain in the hallway and washed my face, the second i entered class all the kids laughed and that boy said that i looked like patches.. Is this really what i really am? just a Patchwork?..
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-------------------------------------------------- ~all skintones are pretty and to my personal opinion if white and black people are pretty then what about people with Vitiligo? It's like magic and their beauty is so out of our world~💗
