Chapter two

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Thalia's P.O.V

"Mom! mom!" I ran into the smoke filled kitchen where my mother was gazing out the window.

"What do want Thalia? Go to bed you stupid girl and stop screaming" She said.

"Mom there's a new Ed Sheeran concert in London, can I go please?" I begged.

"Do whatever you want just get out of my sight!" She shouted and stubbed her cigarette on my arm.

"Fucking hell mom! That hurt!" I yelped.

"Then don't waste my time you stupid girl! And don't fucking swear your never to talk to me like that again do you hear me? Now get to your room you little bitch!" She shouted in my face.

I ran up the stairs and slammed the door, walking over to my mirror. I sighed as my curly, ginger hair tumbled down my back. Everyone at school takes the piss out of my hair and freckles, they say gingers are always angry and have no souls which is complete bullshit! I stared at my disgusting body, no thigh gap, massive hips, stretch marks and scars all over my skin, nothing remotely interesting about myself except my hair which nobody likes. I looked at my arms, tanned but damaged. When I am bad my mother stubs her cigarettes on my arms and sometimes she punches or slaps me when she's had a bit too much to drink, which is at least twice a week but I don't mind, she's okay when I look after her. She's mostly at work, which is going to old peoples houses and caring for them which is really sweet which means I'm alone quite a lot but it's okay because I'm 15 and it's my birthday in a week so I'm basically an adult.

I was sick of feeling down so I decided to text my bestfriend Ali to ask her about the concert and listen to one of my first Ed Sheeran CDs.

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