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"Get up!!" My mother yelled from downstairs.
I hate school. I dread going every morning. I lazily Got up and went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, going straight to my closest grabbing high wasted blue shorts, and a white crop top , pairing it with black converses.
For my hair, I curled it. My makeup was pretty simple. Just a little concealer, and mascara & also a little foundation on my wrist to cover my scars. To be completely honest , I wish I had never put that razor to my skin. It ruins you , you know ? You have to live with small, whiteish scars all over your body for the rest of your life. When someone sees them , you have to make up a lie because you don't want them knowing about your horrible past. I hope I never go back to my old ways...
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When I arrived at school I saw my only friend, Natasha. Literally my only friend because no one else will talk to me. I went to go greet her and walked to my tall lanky blue locker. Basically I don't I really use my locker. It's full of pull out posters of 5SOS , Justin bieber and a couple others. Yes I realize Im a junior in high school and I should stop listening to justin but his music's good asf . I turned to close my locker but of course I was pushed hardly into my open locker .
"Hey baby" He whispered into my ear. I felt his cool breath on my skin.
'Bye nash' . I tried pushing him off which I immediately regret. Man he pushed me back so forcefully. 'Where you going?' And he let me fall ..
'Class' I moaned. I watched as all the students walking by noticed I was getting abused and they didn't try and stop it ...
