I went to the local school. It was quite a bit school but it didn't bother me. Sometimes I just needed to be away from home. I loved my family but we had short tempers and struggled showing affection. We were content as we were but not happy. At school I could feel normal. No one knew anything about me really. I mostly kept to myself. Most of the classes were doing but I loved art. Art was the one thing I felt confident in doing. I'd just let one touch paper and then it came naturally.
My art teacher was the only one who understood. He could see my troubles come through my artwork. He didn't tell anyone though. He was going to once but stopped when he was me staring at him fearfully. If people knew what would happen to me, would i be taken away, or worse slated.
I didn't really have any friends but there were people I would talk to. Just to pass the time. One of the girls I talked to was Amy. She was slated. I tried to avoid her but she persisted. She said a new slated was going to become part of her family. I secretly would roll my eyes. Another one. They were sent to live here alot and this was the school they went to. I mostly tried to avoid them that's what my dad and uncle told me to do. So I listened.
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Slated: Phoebe
Teen FictionSlated is the amazing story of a girl who had her memory wiped. But what about Phoebe? What happened to her? Why was she slated? Why did she hate people who were slated so much?
