As I walked up the steps to the bus, I see people staring at me like I'm crazy.
"I'm just a new girl" I mumble under my breath while I walk to the back if the bus.
"Yo, chick, who are you?" I hear a girl say from the corner of my eye.
"I'm Naveah, and you are?" I say to her giving a little skunk eye.
"I'm Tasha, you new?" Tasha says.
"Yeah." I say. While she turns around to talk to her guy friend next to her.
"You Hispanic anyway?" She turns to me again.
"Yeah, why? I tell her.
"No reason, just asking." says to me and turns the other way.
I give her one last glare, and turned to the window. Here I am on a bus thinking of stuff I never thought I would think of... My father.
'I can't believe I still talk to my father. For everything he did to me when I was little.
Raped me, abused me. Everything you can possibly think of, and I STILL talk to him. What the hell is wrong with me? He's a jerk. I still can't believe I haven't told my mom about this. For all the sleepless nights, the bruises on my face, the cuts on my body when she usually came home. You may wonder why he isn't in jail, but he told me if I tell, he'll kill me. I have a future for me so I don't want to risk anything. I need to tell her, every single detail...'
'Something made me lose my train of thought, and I don't know what.'
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RandomThis is a girl named Naveah Ramirez. She is 16 years old in a new school of Sophomore Year in Minnesota. Her mom and dad got divorced when she was the 3 years old, so she lives with her mom. Is this high school the high school her mom thought that w...
