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I looked over at the clock, 6:00am, guess i was up all night,again. I was tired but at the same time i just couldn't really feel it. I got up and started getting ready for school.

First i took a shower, but as i was getting undressed i noticed the battle on my thighs from last night. There was at least 20 maybe 25. Ugly,disgusting battle wounds from a battle i had lost last night. I could feel the tears start to spill over my eyes but i stopped them. No crying i reminded myself. You cant let mom see, not that she would notice anyway.

Ever since my mom and dad got a divorce five years ago she never speaks to me unless shes telling me what to or yelling at me for  something i didn't do or grunting in response of something i said. And she hasn't touched me and barley even looks at me. I would be surprised if she even knew i was her daughter.

Non the less i the shook of the whole episode and got ready for another day in prison, also known as school. After i took my shower, got dressed, and brushed my teeth i went downstairs to grab my bag when i saw my mom passed out on the couch with only her bra on. Other than that she was entirely naked.

This happens at least three time a week, only two if I'm lucky. She brings home some guy she met at some random place and comes home and fucks him at like 3 o'clock in the morning. After that the guy leaves like mom told him to do before she even lets him come over and he's never to be seen or heard of again. Just how my mom wants it.

Instead of dwelling on it i grab my bag ,walk out my door, and start walking to school. When i get to school i still have about ten minutes to spare. But i have no friends so instead of standing here looking like an idiot i start walking to my first class. 

When i turn the corner i stop short. Their he is. He's standing only about 30 feet away from me and i feel like I'm gonna be sick. But what makes it all go down hill is when we make eye contact and he gives me one of the cockiest smirks that i have ever seen. After that i start to hyperventilate and i can't see straight. I can feel my legs start to shake and i feel my head hit the ground, but i don't remember falling. Thats when i black out.

When i come to i can see I'm still in the school. But the halls are empty and i realize nobody must have helped me when i passed out. Typical teenagers and typical high school. See not only is my home life crappy but my school life just might be even worse.

At least at home my mom just ignores me and every now and again yells and calls me names. Here not only do i get the names but i also get beat up by the cheer squad every day after school. I snap out of my day dream once i hear giggling coming from a few feet away from me. When i look over i see two girls from the cheer leading squad looking at me and laughing. Its then I realize I'm still sitting on the ground.

When i look back up at them and get a better look I realize who they are. Crystal and Hope, Holly's side cheer leaders and her best friends. Holly's the main cheerleader at this school and she absolutely loathes me. So obviously so do her friends. Crystal has long blond hair that goes to her waist, shes the girl every guy tried to get into bed. And then theres Hope she has dark brown hair that goes to her shoulders and shes an even bigger slut then Crystal.

" hey freak, i would insult u but i don't think i would do as good as nature did." And even though i wasn't looking i could tell it was Crystal who said that. Hope tends to be more quiet then the others. After Crystal said that all you could hear was the laughter of students echoing off the walls.

I was going to say something back when I saw him again. He was standing right next to Hope and was just looking down at me smiling. I didn't even realize i had gotten up off the floor until I was running down the hall away from the big crowd. I didn't even know where i was going anymore all i knew was that i needed to get away from him. Welcomes to my life ladies and gentlemen men. Where everything sucks.

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