Monday 16th November 2012

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Great, another day of beatings and getting covered in more bruises than could ever be imagined on a girl so small. I get up and dressed in my baby pink T-shirt and ripped denim jeans. My eyes start to water as my mother starts yelling at me for being too loud. She thinks that children should be seen and not heard. But like a brave kid I bear it and just grab a slice of bread and my school bag to leave.

The streets are no place for kids like me. In the past week 70 teenagers have been rapped just because they're hot. I'm glad that they aren't me just yet and hopefully never will be.

I get to school, Maybach Primary School. I get bullied here and always go home with bruises. My father says that its his job to give me pain and nobody else's.

Oh no, I feel sick again so I will be sent home but I don't want to as I will just get whacked even more.

Uh oh, where the hell am I now? its this kind of room and it smells of disinfectant really strongly.

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