Chapter Three

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Summer's P.O.V.

"Mom! I'm going for a walk!" I say as I walk outside. I put on my hood. I stared at my feet as I walk, hoping no one will notice me. "Summer Bright is never right." I hated that memory. I was only seven years old yet kids ran around the playground saying that stupid chant. I sat on a bench crying. "Stop it! Please! Stop it!" I screamed.

"Summer Bright is never right!" 'Idiots' I think to myself. "Summer Bright is never right!" I hated that chant. Even to this day kids still say it. 'IDIOTS!' I think. I was seven years old! That was supposed to be the age where kids didn't care what they looked like, what they wore, but no! I was seven and I didn't want to go to school because of how I was treated.

My stomach was growling. I ignored it. 'Maybe if I was prettier, thinner, then people would like me. Maybe then the chant would stop.' Next thing I knew I was on the ground.

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