High School Orientation

High School Orientation

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Most 8th graders in my school are dreading going to high school in 2 weeks, but I can't wait. I know that I should be enjoying every last minute of summer but there's one little problem. My dad thinks I'm still a little girl who needs to have a parent with me everywhere I go. I can't go to the movies with my friends, and if I asked him if I could go on a date, he'd probably laugh in my face before explaining, for the millionth time, that "I'm too young to be with a boy without a parent or trusted adult around." I thought showing him I could be responsible would be easy once high school started, but that was before I went to the orientation and my mission got a little bit more complicated. Here's the story of what happened at my high school orientation.
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The Text

"You are a worthless piece of trash! We should've gotten rid of you when we had the chance!" My abusive dad shouted, slapping me with all of his might. My name is Chloe Adams. Both of my parents have abused me my entire life. I'm covered in bruises, cuts, and burns from head to toe, but I've learned how to cover them up. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever escape this hell hole. "Yeah you should've." I agreed, whispering under my breath. "What was that!?" He yelled even louder than before. "N-Nothing." I stuttered, afraid of his reaction. I don't want to be pushed down the stairs again. The last time that happened, I broke my wrist. They didn't even take me to the hospital. I had to bandage it myself. "That's what I thought! Go fetch me a beer!" He ordered. There comes a moment when you don't want to stop. When you don't want to get better. You just don't care anymore. Read to find out how one small yet huge text can change Chloe's outlook on this magical journey we call life.

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