Gia p.o.v
I was looking at my bruised arm and listening to my mom
Mama: this isn't like you
Me: I know but-
Mama: but what is it cause of that damn boy
Me: no mama it isn't
Mama: then what is it
Me: I am tired of people making fun of me and messing with me okay
Mama: sweetie-
Me: it doesn't help that no one taught me to stick up for myself
I started crying
Mama: I'm soo-
Me: whatever mama
I got up and headed to my room
Me: hello
Zyler: Gianna do you know-
Me: can I come over please
Zyler: yeah just meet me in my den okay
Me: okay
End p.o.v
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Rarely
FanfictionShe rarely goes out. She rarely speaks up for herself. She rarely be around. But what if that changes
