"Kiley! Get out of bed! I'm heading to work!"
"Bye Mom!" I yelled, hoping i wouldn't wake up my dad. I got out of bed, and glanced around my room, my black skinny jeans hanging on my closet door, my blue sports bra, and my mint green t-shirt were folded on my dresser. I pulled off my loose sweatpants, noticing the scars on my thigh. i felt regret and shame. I pushed it away as I pulled my jeans on. "Another day of faking, and pretending," I thought. I pulled on my bra, then my shirt. I saw the pencil sharpener with a screwdriver next to my bed. The razor was missing, I glanced at my wrist then my bed. My wrist was covered in dry blood, while my bed was drenched. I threw my blankets over it and washed the blood off my wrist. I don't know why i hang on. Life is miserable. I walked into the bathroom and got out my makeup bag. I pulled out my eyeshadow, and blending brushes. i faded them perfectly and made cat eyeliner. I added blush and grabbed my back-pack. I ran out the door and jumped in my pickup. and turned the key. i still had a half hour before school, i didn't want to be around my dad. I pulled out my phone and texted Sarah.
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"hey, wanna meet at Kountry Kitchen? I pulled out of my driveway and turned left.
'vvvt' my phone buzzed.
"sure! why, is your dad......"
"no, he isn't awake. I'm a half hour early. we could get breakfast and coffee if you want."
"Okay."
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The Fault In Our Society
Non-FictionA girl, barely 14, crushed by modern society. Dad- Drinks himself into insanity, and on house arrest. Also abusive. Mom- Always at work, never home to support her depressed daughter. Friends- Only one. Always there for her. Or so she thought
