As I got ready for bed that night, I glanced up and down my torn, broken body. I can't even explain the scars, the bruises, the gashes. You probably could guess where they are from... My "amazing" parents. You see, whenever they get drunk, they pull out the belt. They whip me 39 times! Why 39?, you might ask. Well, you see, years ago, some scientists said that being hit 40+ times is illegal. Why? Because most people die from 40+. Anyway, they got it down. For the past 2 months, I have been dealing with this crap. Not to say I don't have anything good in my life-------
I walk into my first day of school. There is so much commotion, then it all stops. Everybody has to look at the new kids. Unfortunately, I'm not the kind of girl people wanted to look at. They were hoping to see a beautiful nice girl, they did see something nice, but nobody will find that out because they don't want to hang out with a girl that looks like me.
It is now lunch time. I get my paper sack lunch and go and sit by myself. This is fun. I look over and there is this very handsome lad. He has brown hair and very muscular. HE was wearing a tight shirt showing them off. Why would this guy who could get any girl he wants, go and sit down by a girl like me? "Hello, I'm Tobonie Sees, but everybody calls me T-Bone, even the teachers." he tells me. "Hi. I'm Topanga Rellie, but my friends call me Tanga, or at least they would if I had any friends," I say. He laughs but I don't think he knows I'm serious. The bell rings and we say good-bye. This year may be better than I thought after all.
YOU ARE READING
Growing Better or Worse
FantasyI knew something was wrong the day after my parents died, I got adopted against my request. With papers filed before my parents had even died... How did they know my parents died before they died? As he struck me again, and again, I knew it was over...
