"Please stop, we can work this out right?" He grabbed my hand and stopped me from walking out.
"No, we can't" I pulled my hand back. "Let's just move on."
I walked and walked, till I found myself in front of our house. It's 12am and I'm pretty sure I'll be dead if I woke everyone up. I quickly opened the backdoor (didn't even make a single noise) and went straight up to my room, opened my door and my mom surprisingly slapped me right in the face.
"Where have you been you slut!" My mom calls me slut when I do something wrong so I'm pretty used to it. "Tell me!" Oh, didn't know I was staring blankly.
"Nowhere." I mumbled.
"I'm not an idiot nor a retard. Stop making my life so miserable!" She slapped me again, and went straight to their room and slammed the door.
I looked at the mirror, and sighed.
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Teen FictionSeth, Seth Thompson. A girl with a lot of crap in her life, so she started a new one.
