Part 1

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I start to get ready for school going in my makeshift closet picking one of the three leggings I have and a green worn down sweatshirt. I throw some old white shoes on and start on my makeup to cover the bruises and cuts.

I hear the front door closing and the engine revving, this is how I know that they have left for work. I start my walk to school which is about a 15-20 minute walk.
I finally make it to school and everyone fills the halls talking about the latest "drama" and rumors. I'm what you call an outcast, sure I'm somewhat smart but still no one seems to notice me.
I make it to my locker and got my books for my first class, math.
I have a very strong dislike for math and to be honest I don't ever think I will like it. I've still managed to always have straight A's throughout the years of my life surprisingly.
As I sit in the back of my math class half-listening half-zoning out an announcement comes over the intercom.
" EMILIA ROVILLOS PLEASE COME TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE, I REPEAT COME TO THE PRINCIPALS OFFICE"
A chorus of "ooo"s go around the room as I make My way out of the classroom. I am honestly about to sh*t my pants as I make my way down to the office, I'm thinking of every possible scenario to why I'm going to the office in the first place.

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⏰ Last updated: Nov 11 ⏰

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