When she got back to the class room she grabbed her hoodie and threw it on. Did everyone know what she had just done? Did they see the blood on her arm? she didn't know the answer to any of her questions, but one thing she did know was that the day that was supposed to be her new beginning had just turned into a living hell. When the final bell rang she sprinted out the door where she knew her mom was waiting. But she's not there, it's her aunt Jennie instead. "Where's mommy?" She asked with a shaking voice. Jennie knew she was about to cry and she didn't quite know how to tell the sweet, innocent little girl standing in front of her that her mother had gone to stay with her brother for a while until things calmed down. Poor aunt Jennie didn't know how long that would be, or if she was even gonna come back. "Mommy went on a little vacation, she will be back before you know it but in the meantime you are gonna come stay with me!" she was worried about her mother but she knew that mommy was hurt, not in a way that you could see like the cuts on her wrists, but in a way that hurt even worse. "I hope mommy has fun on her vacation!" To bad she couldn't just run away when things got tough at school.
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Pain
Teen FictionSix years of pain from the third grade to ninth. How did she manage and how did it end. Read more to find out.