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She was prepared for another school day.She put some books to her bag and went down for breakfast.
Her dad was reading his newspaper.The table was empty.
"What am I going to have for breakfast?"she complained.
"Good morning"her dad was glaring at her.
She opened the fridge.Nothing special.
"Forget it!I am not hungry!"
She closed the door behind her.It was obvious that her relationship with her father was not the best.

London was a beautiful city.She crossed the streets and finally she arrived at her school.It was her last year at school.The next year she would be a college studeny.The truth was that she was looking forward to graduate.She couldn't stay for another day at school.
"Hi,Maya!"
Her name by the way was Maya.
She was tall with long golden hair and green eyes.Maya was the most beautiful girl in school.Maybe this was the reason that they hated her and ... they thought that she was weirdo.
A group of the Divas girls approached her.
Maya was holding some books.They threw them and went to the class.

The lesson had finished.
Maya was about to leave.But she didn't want to come back to her home.So,she went to the cemetery.
She was holding some white roses.She left them at one grave.
It was her mum's grave.Her mother died when she was eleven.A car crushed her.Maya was living alone with her father.
She was spending the most of the day here.

Maya returned at home.
Her father had brought a girlfriend.
"Hi,Maya".
The moment was awkard.
"Hi,you must be Maya".
The woman didn't like Maya.Maya too.
"I am Maya"she said and went to her room.She was about to cry.
Her father went into her room.
"What's your problem?"he said to her.
"Well,the previous month it was another woman,and another and another.I can't stand it.I can't stand you!"
Her father slapped her.
Maya looked at him.
He had regreted for his action.
But,he didn't even say sorry.
He closed the door.
Maya stood up.She took a deep breath.
She sat on the floor.Maya was thinking about nothing that moment.
After some minutes,she went for sleep.Her window was open.A star had fallen,so she made a wish.
"I need a guardian-angel..."

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