- Delilah's POV-
I'm awaken my the sound of my alarm.
I feel a sharp pain on my left side.
I lift up my shirt to reveal, a huge bruise.
Tears swell up in my eyes.
I'm so disgusted by my body.
I'm not fed so you can see my ribs. My mother and Jeff still call me fat.
I can't afford makeup, so all my bruises and scars are really noticable. People call me ugly.
It's not a good feeling. Being called those things. It makes me so insecure about my body and i have a hard time trusting people.
I get out of bed and throw on my faded skinny jeans and a hot pink aero postal shirt. I get made fun of, because of my clothes at school. My mom doesn't by me clothing anymore. But all my stuff is from when i was 5. When i had a normal life. Everything still fits ,because i'm not very tall and i'm WAY WAY WAY to skinny.
I head to Mayves room beside mine and wake her up.
We scurry off into the bathroom and twist my bangs to the side of my head and secure them with a clip.
I do Mayves hair in a french braid which ends middle of her back. Her hair is so long.
I head downstairs, grab two apples for Mayves and I and our backpacks and leave. We run to our bus stop and thankfully make it on time. I don't want to imagine what my parents would do to me, if we missed the bus.
~~~~~~~~~~ When they get to school ~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~~~~~~~~~~ Still Delilah's POV ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I walk Mayves to her class and say goodbye.
I'm walking down the hall when i hear someone calling my name.
I turn around to see, Mayves running down the hall towards me.
" DELILAH COME BACK!!!" she screamed
"Mayves i'm right here, don't worry..." i try soothing her
She grabs onto me and i cradle her in my arms
"I missed you..." she says in her cute little voice.
"Listen Mayves... I have to go... I will pick you up tonight okay?" i look into her eyes. I hate seeing her sad.
"Okay Delilah... just don't forget me..." she says looking away from me...
I bring her face to meet mine..
"Never will i EVER forget you.." I say bringing her into a hug.
"OK. Now let's go back to class."
She nods and grabs my hand. I walk her back to class.
I leave her and head off to my first class. Ugh.... Geographie.... I suck with maps and such...
I get to the class and i'm greeted with a hole bunch of spit balls and names...
I sit down, in the front row and the class starts...
~~~~~ Author's Note~~~~~~~~
Hey Everybody,
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I just want to clear up that none of this stuff has actually happened to me, but i think it's horrible what people do.
I will be updating each week on Friday's or before if i get the chance.
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