Hope

Chapter 1

Today was the first day of school. Most kids would be excited for the first day of school, but not me. I get bullied and beaten at school, and at home. I honestly don't know why I get bullied and beaten at all. I'm kind of pretty. I guess. My hair is blonde, but the ends are dip dyed purple and blue. I have sky blue eyes. I used to think that I was beautiful, but after I got called fat and a lot of other swear words. So I kind of think I'm ugly now.

Oh well. I better get ready for the first day of school. I really don't want to get yelled at today. So I get up and pick the clothes I'll wear today. A pink and white striped shirt with white skinny jeans. I then take a shower. Afterwords, I blow dry my hair, and keep it the way it naturally is - strait. I put on white flats, I was just about to head out of the bathroom door, when I heard a loud scream.

"Crystal, get your fat ass down here now!" My foster dad yelled.

"Oh shit!" I thought. Whenever he yells, it means he's gonna beat me. I was kind of scared, but not that much. My foster dad is kinda buff. What am I saying? He is so buff. It's weird because he doesn't even work out. He came running towards me with his fist out, I ducked and ran out the door.

"Yeah, you better run and don't come back or I'll kill you" He yelled.

I knew he didn't mean it, he always said that. I know I should be used to it, but it still stings. Like he was my father. . .

I walked into school and strait to my locker. When I opened it, a note fell out:

Dear Crystal, why don't you just drink some bleach and die? NOBODY likes you.

Your just a worthless little slut. Oh, and I know you cut! Just wait until

I tell everybody about it. You'll be even more of a freak than you

already are.

Shit! How'd this person find out?

I know people don't like that much, but I still like to believe that someday, somewhere, somebody will actually love me for once. Anyway, back the story.

I put the note back in my locker, and got out my math textbook since I have math first. I ran through the halls toward my math class, and on the way there, this huge kid stopped me by kicking my ankle really hard, started laughing, then just walked away. I got up, and looked at my ankle. It was really red, and throbbing. It hurt a ton, but I just grabbed my books and limped to my class. Everybody could see my ankle, and they all were laughing at me.

The teacher wasn't there yet, so some kid walked up to me, and that's when the horror started.