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My name is Eve short for Eevee. I am 11. I liked my home and family when I was young. My life hasn't been the best. When I was 3 my mom, younger brother, and younger sister died. They were in a car crash. My dad was depressed and abused me. My dad said that it was my fault because they were dropping me off at school. I was not very weak, I bruised after 3 hard punches in the same spot, which helped me big time. I had 10 pairs of clothes, my dad burned or ripped the rest. I eat once at school and once at home. My dad made me get a job to pay the bills and for his stuff (and the food for my dad). I got barely anything. I hade no friends, but I had good grades.


(This is just for fun so please don't make fun of or anything please, I will write when I feel like)

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