Hi, my name s name is Beauty. "Beast, ugly beast!" said the mean kids in the back round. As you can see nobody likes me. They all make funny of me and some times I wonder way I was ever put here on earth. Sometimes I just want to die. My parents left me at a foster home because I was "different" from the rest of the family. They were dirty scum bags, well not my mom, and I am a beautiful rose, well at least that is what my mom told me. My dad forced my mom to put me in a foster home. It was the hardest thing she had done in her live. At least now I don't have to hear her get beat by that drunken man. But now I'm stuck in this dump. Your probably wondering why every one is mean to me well they make fun of me well, because I'm not all that beautiful. I wear glasses with raggedy short hair really tall and I'm 15 years old. When everyone in the foster home thinks of beauty they think of Sara Harvard, midd sized caked with make-up all over her face, all the boys want to date her with her golden hair. "Hey Beast, why don't you go terrorize a town with your ugly looks?" said a voice behind me. I turned around there she was, Sara Harvard. As I just stood there in silence she finally left. "Hey babe." said Jerry Freckelberg. "Let me tell you this in words you will understand I-do-not-like-you!" I said. "Well I am here my love is going once, going twice. Going three times?" "Just go!" I said to Jerry. "FINE! I don't like you either!" said Jerry. "Ok".
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