"I'm okay", I said looking in the mirror.
The old broken mirror that seemed less flawed than me. I sighed and continued staring. I had to make sure no one could see the new bruised formed on my cheek covered by my cheap foundation.
I always did this before going to school. Just one more year and you can leave this place. I looked in the mirror one last time before leaving. I walk slowly not wanting to wake up Uncle Gabe. He's probably still drunk from last night. I finally close the door and welcome the moist air.
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I'm okay
أدب المراهقينI'm okay. That's what I tell everyone. Thats what I said when my parent died. Thats what I said when my grandpa died giving his heart to save my grandma. Thats what I replied when they told me my grandma died because her body rejected the heart. ...
