chapter 3- being a kid again

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I spent the day listening to demi lovato, in one of the videos a girl said her music was inspiring and it really was. I keep singing her song warrior, because that's what I want to be. A warrior. I am a warrior. and I'm strong, and u can't pin me down. I want to be just like her, but when I sing I sound like a dying horse, so I just give up and replay the tunes in my head. because in my head I sound boss. I think I'll go out today, it's hot but I'm not wearing shorts, I'm not skinny enough to go out in public like that. plus , people will see my scars. so I throw on some jeans and a nirvana t-shirt and lace up my new balance tennis shoes. the only shoes I have. I grab my flip phone that I pay for myself with the money I get from walking dogs. I hate dogs... I don't bother telling my mom where I'm going cause she won't remember, if she's even awake. so I stick with a letter, it writes

"went out for a walk, be home at

6:00,

love, Brittany "

my step-dad , I don't bother looking for because he wouldn't let me leave and would probably hurt me anyways, I don't know where he's at and I'm okay with that, the less I see him, the better I am.

I walked to downtown, I only like 5 minutes away from there, so it's not that long of a walk.

I have $10

I find myself sitting on a bench in the park, watching little kids laugh and have fun, so happy, hugging their parent and eating ice cream, without a care in the world. can I just be a little kid again?

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