Chapter One. Nina

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Ugly, worthless, not wanted.

*slice*

Helpless, peice of trash.

*cut*

This is what I say to myself on a daily basis. This is what I do. I run away to the bathroom stall, and harass myself just as bad as other's harass me.

I hold onto the cuts until they stop bleeding, then the bell rings. Great just one more hour and classes are out. I turn to leave the girls bathroom, when Amber and her side kicks walk in.

"Oh look, its the little wench. Why do you still come here anyway? noone want you here, not even your little interent buddies" She says.

Before i know it, here we go again. They attack me. It's pretty much a schedule for me. Kick, Punch, Uppercut, repeat. I just lay here and take it, there's no use in fighting back anymore.

Soon they leave and when i regain my strenght so do i. Classes are out now. My nose is bleeding and im all bruised up, you can tell what happened, everyone know's, they just dont care. Whatever im ust to it. I walk home, as always. I walk in through the home's doors and dont make it to my room til someone notices.

"Oh, Nina, what did you do this time? You really need to stop provocing people." Velma the house keeper tells me.

"Velma, it's not.." i started to say when i got cut off.

"I dont care, just go clean yourself up."

So i do. i run to my room and grab some clothes, fix myself up in the mirror, covering up the bruises with makeup. I Have to film today. As i was in the middle of my "10 random facts about me" video, Jimmy and Karla, the foster home owners, barge into my room. They swing the door open with great force and my camera falls off my tripod and breaks.

"What the hell!" i yell loudly as i run to try and put it back together. My dead end job wont pay enough to get another one, and this was my mother's camera. They ground me and tell me it's time for dinner. I go downstairs and eat very little of this pig slop they call food and run back up to my room. I can hear everyone talking about me.

I scream and tears roll down my face. I'm so sick of all of it. I start to throw things around my room. Glass goes everywhere. I see my luggage bag and get an idea. I grab all my clothes and everything that i can, and before they know im gone, im on a train to L.A. and I'm never coming back.

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