Addicted

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Begginings. For some people a blessing, something they pray for, a new start, a new life. For me though, i couldn't imagine anything worse.

i guess you could say that im a rich. i have everything i want : clothes, accesories, phones, the newest techonolgy, the best make-up i even got a car last week for my 16th birthday a Blue convertable mini. yet i still dont feel like me.. i never really felt right in my own skin Iv tried all different styles and i changed my behaviour from god to bad to naughty ( yes i mean it like that) to all attidute, a shy mouse or a confident bitch but i could never find myself being me. My dad was a very abusive man and had always hit me and my mom till one day she "fell" down the stairs and broke littlerally all her bones, legs, arms and ribs. She didn't even make it to the hospital. Ever since then my dad has gotten worse, he shouts abuse and hits me all the time, the only time hes nice is when hes drunk. Which is like everyweekend or when we are around people.

My dad is a very succesfull businessman and earns A LOT of money. thats why he acts like he cares about me and gets me all these expencive things, i mean, we wouldn't want Mr.Colbern to look bad. That would affect his image. Outside he's an amazing dad, takes me places, takes care of me and so on. But once the eyes around us disapear he turnes into a monster.

I usually cover my bruises up with concler and foundation and usually it workes...usually. I only have to reapply it 3 - 4 times a day... Usually.

Because of his job we travel a lot, We have a house in every other state i think and i have to move school about once a year and i hate it. Every time i have to pretend that im a happy girl and have an amazing life with my amazing dad. I hate beiing known as the rich girl so i usually try not to stand out and just to watch as the "populars" run the school and try to obay the rules. Im not saying i try to be an outcast, i always find myself a little frienship group, not too hidden in the dark corners of the school but also not right in the spotlight of the "cool kids". I like to refer to it as the goldilocks position.

So im standing here with a book full of new books right infront of the school gates wondering whether i should go in or not. contemplating about how long i will have this time to make friends.. a couple of months? Maybe less. I hesitantly start taking small steps up to the front doors of the school and when im finally inside i see teenagers everywhere.. Like literallly it looked like a zoo for people. There was screaming, paper flying everywhere it was like an hurrincane only on the inside.

I saw soon snapped out of my shocked state by a tap on my shoulder.

'I don't think i've seen you here before, are you new to the school?' A man in his fourties asked me. He had short black hair with gray peaking out here and there. He was wearing a light blue button-up shirt and Black trousers.

'Uhh yeah, im new im looking for the office acctually, could you help me?' I smiled politely as the man led my thrugh what looked like a jungle not a school hall. I had the talk all figured out, i knew exaclty what to say. It was always the same :

im looking for the office.

yes im new here

my name is Savannah

where can i find room... Blah blah blah

15 minutes later i was all sorted with my lesson timetable and on my way to first period which was apparently english.

I made a quick stop at the toilet to check on my covered bruises and when i decided i looked presentable in my "latest fashion" outfit that my personal fashion designer picked out the day before ( yes my dad decided that he is just that important and i am his daughter and im just as important to the press, so if i ever get caught on camera i am to look my best at all times ) i knew anna was just dieing to put me into a short skirt and heels. But i am strictly wearing jeans and tops. Flats, Converse or hightops. Full stop end of conversation.