Chapter 1

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MATURE LANGUAGE  (will be blurred)   I will use musical appearances 




My name is Izzy and i am an orphan. My mother died when i was 8 and my dad left before i was born. I am currently at the Walter's home. They are terrible. They have hit, neglected, and umm....done other things to me. I want to get out, but if i tell someone, it will just get worse. 

But things changed one day........


"Hey little B*cth!! Did you use all the milk?" , my foster brother, James , yelled. I ran down the stairs to try to avoid being hit. Boy was i wrong. He immediately reared back and punched me across the face. I fell down, and he started to kick me in the stomach. I felt tears fall down my face. He threw a ten dollar bill on the ground next to me.

"Stop f*cking crying and go get more milk." , he said. I nodded and he slapped me. 

"Use your f*cking words. You dumb B*tch." 

"Is there anything else you need?", i mumbled barely audible. He punched me in the stomach.

"Dont mumble. It makes you seem stupider than you already are." 

"Is there anything else you need?", i said. 

"No just hurry up and get the damn milk."  

I ran out of the house to the market, silently sobbing. I wasnt paying attention, and i ran head first into a man with a black pony tail, who was walking next to a man with a lot of freckles and wild hair. 

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