shattered || r.s.l {ON HOLD}

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before my alarm clock rang, i was awoken by the screeching voice of my she-devil foster mom. I wasn't quite sure what she wanted, nor did i care.

i got up, nonetheless, to see what she needed ever so badly.

"yes?" i asked as I reached the bottom of the stairs, folding my arms over my chest.

"explain this to me." vivian held up a single plate, leaving me nothing to say to her.

"well, let's see, you put food on it and eat . . ?" i explained nonchalantly, cockiness dripping from each word. 

"i don't want your attitude today," she huffed, yet somehow screamed in the process. i rolled my eyes, and when i almost turned away, i fell to the floor and held my face as the pain raced through my body.

she had slapped me, and the pain was unbearable. i didn't let the tears fall in front of her, because that would have shown that i was weak - i am not weak.

i gathered myself up off of the floor and ran upstairs. i cried into my pillow, probably waking everyone else up, but i couldn't care less. i wad being abused in this "home", yet nobody knew, and probably wouldn't care.

a hour passed, and my alarm clock went off, so i figured it was time for me to wake everyone up.

i started with the younger kids, making my way up to the older ones.

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after getting everyone dressed and off to school, i stayed behind. i didn't feel like going to school today. with a couple of hours to spare until the owner of this place returned, i decided to start a meal for myself and the baby.

you see, in this "home" or whatever you may want to call it, i am the oldest, and there are about thirteen kids in total - with the exception of myself. everyone depends on me to help them out in situations, and i can't even figure myself out.

vivian left for work not long after, calling me some names as she had left. i honestly didn't care, but she thought i did for some reason.

as i fed myself, i started on some school assignments that i needed to catch up on. i couldn't concentrate, however, because my phone kept going off every so minutes, due to the constant texts my best friend was sending me.

he was worried about me, and i honestly don't blame him. i missed school once or twice every week, and i don't intend to. the reason for this, i was getting abused beyond belief.

if shattered was a way to explain myself, that's what i would say.

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first chapter sucks, i'm sorry. :')

also, the girls name is brae, so there you go.