I woke up to the smell of liquor, just like everyday. I'm used to it now.. I get out of bed, look in the mirror and sighs. I go downstairs to see my dad passed out on the couch with a half a bottle of beer in his hand. I roll my eyes and open the fridge in the kitchen, grabbing the milk then the cereal off the top of the fridge. I pour my bowl of cereal and starts at it. When I'm finished, I wash out the bowl and put it up. I get dressed, grab my keys and I'm off to my summer job at 'Susans Diner' .
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Teen FictionHi, my name is Breonna. I'm 16 years old. I live in a home with my father, who abuses me. My mother died when I was six, that's when my dad started to drink.. I have no friends, I'm barely noticed. I was raped.. I've never told anyone. I cut myself...
