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Worst Easter

*Daisy's Point Of View*

-Monday Morning-

I forced myself out of my bed and groaned at the soreness that my body felt. I looked around and noticed dry tears on my pillow. With a miserable sigh, I stood up and got ready. I dabbed on makeup to cover the hickies, and slaps. I left my house to my dad passed out on the kitchen floor, and with the words "May I please die now, God?"

I dragged myself to school with a aching body and a huge headache. The memory of yesterday brought tears to my eyes but I quickly dried them when I remembered my mom. She wouldn't want me to be upset. She wouldn't want me working as a stripper either, but that's not the case. I need to be strong and show no weakness.

I entered the school through the back door that not to many know about and quickly headed to my locker where Chaz and Ryan were at. I ignored them and opened up my locker.

Chaz: "Aye."

I looked at them both with weak eyes and headed back to searching for my books.

Ryan: "Dude you look terrible. Where's that happy Daisy I know?"

I shrugged. "I don't know."

I headed to class after the bell somewhat late. I had fallen hard. I had been pushed hard. I couldn't see the face, but I know exactly who it was.

I gulped and entered class ready to die.

The teacher asked, "Why are you late, sweety?"

I shrugged and put my head down.

Justin shouted, "She isn't sweet at all. She's a dirty whore."

I looked back up, and directly looked at him with pleading sad eyes. I have enough.

I tried to ignore everyone's laughs and headed to the back of the class.

Ms.Polly: "Well, it is Easter so lets try to make things go well."

...that's great, it's my mom's birthday.

I bowed my head into my cold hands to say a prayer and cry in piece. The class grew quiet, and I raised my face. Stained with tears, and red puffy cheeks. Justin smirked.

"Did the dick you take yesterday hurt you too much? I mean, it was from a diseased 40-year old. Dumbass stripper." The whole class exploded in laughter and I started to get anxiety. I ran out of the class and into the bathroom. I scrolled down my timeline, and profile.

"Woah, you're a stripper? DIRTY FUCK!."

"You should go drown in herpes."

"how much do you make, a dolla? Haha kill yourself."

I started to shake and cry uncontrollably. There were hate pages for me, and everyone was being so cruel. I heard footsteps come over, and it was Chaz.

He looked down at me. "I know this is the girls bathroom, and all but the teacher sent me to check up on you. What Justin said was fucked up, don't let it get to you please."

I shook my head. "I'm just tired of holding it all in. I'm always trying to be strong, but I'm not. I'm tired of faking a smile, and saying that I'm okay when I'm not."

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