BROKEN

I scroll down my Facebook newsfeed, and my clear green eyes fix on a status from Sophie: 'describe yourself in one word.' Without thinking, I typed the only word I can touch type: broken...

Broken school books, phones, smiles, families, friendships... Name anything 'broken' and I've had it. There seems to be something about me people don't like, or something very important that I just can't seem to grasp. Either way it is a mystery, the light at the end of a long, dark and never ending tunnel, that I just can't see.

My mum and dad split up before I was born. For four years, my mum put up with an abusive relationship, complete with death threats. Mum left him before he acted on his threats, pushed a pram and a suitcase to Nana and Pa's doorstep, and we've been her ever since. Well I have...

I remember the chilly morning of May the 31st, as I stood in the door way with wide eyes and a gaping mouth, while Mum's eyes were glazed over, her skin as white as a ghost, the ambulance sirens taking my mums dead body away from the .I then had a clear understanding of a stroke.

I don't ever tell people this. I have learnt the hard way not to tell any body about my history, my family's history. I have changed schools many times because my 'best friend' decided to tell everyone. Or they would make mylife a living terror. I had the words 'best friend' and ' I would never hurt you' to my face, but words I don't like to repeat said behind my back. Apparently Nokias don't brake... Well, I've even managed to put 30 cracks in my old one...

This year, I'm starting at East Canberra High. I will walk in with a smile, and pretend nothing's wrong with me... Nobody else will know, except maybe Tinkers my cat. Nobody will rip me up like I'm homework. I am stronger than the haters.