She was only 5 years old and unaffected by death. A little innecent light with so much joy. Her fluffy white tale was always swaying side to side, her ears were unpierced and clean unlike the present and her devil horns never came out to protect herself. Her long blonde curls used to bounce when she ran and her smile could warm even the coldest of hearts.
I force back tears and tear up my old school photo, wondering what had happened to that precius little puppy all those years back. The teacher walks back in and looks at my clearly annoyed. I give her a cheeky grin and lay back on my chair with my feet on the table.
I've been here a thousand times before and I know there is no point in hanging my head in shame - they will kick you out anyway. I glare at her threw lose strands of chemically damaged, red hair.
"I'm going to call your father!" She says, clearly hoping for a better reaction than a yawn. She pulls a sour face like she is sucking on a lemon, so I roll my eyes and fiddle with the piercing on my septum as she leaves.
When my dad gets here, I turn cold. I shut down and obey his every word because he is who I am afraid of not the snot nose teachers. To him I am a nobody, a cast out and a waste of oxygen. "Its your fault your mother died." He used to tell me, now I'm not even worth the argument.
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devil's berry
AcakBelladonna was just a child when her mum died. Her dad and younger brother turned against her, blaming her for her mothers death. All she could do was wait it out until she was old enough to move out
