Chapter 2

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I wake up from last night and put on an old t-shirt and jeans. I brush my teeth and put my long honey blonde hair into a messy bun. On my way out the door I grab my book bag and slip on a pair of vans. Once again since I don't have a stupid license I have to ride the bus with the rest of these losers. I stand outside in the chilly morning breeze and the bus comes rolling up the hill and stops at my sidewalk. I slowly climb the stairs and plop down in a random seat in the middle. Some of the kids gave me strange looks and I could tell they saw the bruises and scratches. I stared out the window for the rest of the ride and no one talked to or bothered me. My body ached all over and my stomach was a bottomless pit because I hadn't eaten since the night before last night and that was only some pancakes and an egg for dinner. I don't even get lunch because dad won't give me lunch money. He claims ''it's retarded to spend all this money on a girl who's already a stick and doesn't eat anyway." I don't think that's a valid excuse to not feed your own daughter but whatever. We arrive at school and I step off the bus with only a handful of other kids. This is it, welcome to my prison... West Avec High.

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