as i slept on the small couch that layed in my mini room , i suddenly got woken up by the sound of my mother getting fucked by the man of the day , i thought to myself i can't wait to get out this house as i looked at the small clock that layed on my dresser , i realize that i was late for school .
which caused me to groan and head towards my closet for an outfit , finding something to wear to school wasn't hard at all , i rarely had any clothes , or much of anything at that , i wear to school the same 3 pair's of outfits that hunged in my closet , the reason you asked ? , well ever since my father died my mother blamed his death on me and stopped buying me things such as clothes , shoes , underwear and bras , i had stole most of the things i owned now .
all i ever had growing up was my three bitties , they the only ones that knows the stuff thats taken place in my house hold .
oh and if your wondering i'm india and i'm 17 years old .
