Teen Years (The Missfit)

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My mom and dad got divorced last year. I decided to stay with my mom, because I needed to take care of her. Mom was still sad over the situation, she's also frightened out of her mind because not only did my father abuse her, she abused him. It was a never ending battle.
I quit dance 2 years ago. People were still making fun of me because I did dance and the rest of them sang or played volleyball. I have started to wear more blue than pink. I wear more jeans than skirts. I wear more tee shirts than blouses. I guess everyone just changes. Oh wait, never mind. I guess that's just me. Everyone else has the same style and color. I am, and will always be, the first misfit.

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