What a wonderful morning so far

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"Mommy, Mommy
What is that thing in the road?" My 8 year old said to my mother.

"Oh my gosh!" My mom yelled as she honked her horn a couple times.

We couldn't stop we were on ice and if we were to stop there was a chance we'd get in a car accident.

My mom still honked, but the thing still didn't move. By the time we were about halfway to the thing my brother, Caden, engulfed me in a hug and stayed like that.

My mother did the only thing she could do, to stop from hitting the person, she jerked her car to the other lane. It so happened that by the time she jerked her car to the other lane, a diesel truck was coming. My mom screamed and then the truck smacking into the front of our car. I screamed and cried.

"Mommy, Mommy!!"

Dream ended~

"Chloe! Wake the fuck up! You're gonna be late to school" my abusive father said to me.

I waited a while, until I was for sure he left. After I heard the door slam, I quickly got up and picked out my outfit.

Skinny, ripped, black jeans. A black tank top and over that a black Panic! At the Disco hoodie. I then grab my black converse and slip them on.
After getting dressed I walked into the bathroom, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I put my ombré hair into a messy bun. And applied a some foundation on to cover up my bruises. Then I applied some mascara and that was it. As u can see I'm not much of a make up person.

I grabbed all my school books and shoved them into my bag, including my homework.

I walked to the kitchen, grabbed and apple, but then my dad came in and took the apple out of my hand.

"People like you shouldn't be able to eat, let alone be on this planet" my dad said as if we were two different things.

I ignored him and walked out the door.

"I hope you have a horrible day at school SLUT!!!" My dad yelled at me, when I reached the sidewalk. I tried to be brave and not cry this time. I know I should be used to it, but I'm not.

Be brave, this shouldn't get to you Chloe, I thought to myself, but a tear slipped from my eye anyway.

Well, isn't this just a beautiful start to a beautiful day, I thought.
And continued on with my journey to the hellhole they call school.

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