Bruises, cuts and scars

Bruises, cuts and scars

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Feb 16, 2017
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this story is about a girl that has terrible parents. A drug addict and a drunk. they like to beat their only daughter, luckily she has a great friend, who calls child protection services against the say of Dawn to protect her from her parents even if it means that they have to split. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\ I walk down the dreary halls of my new school ignoring everyone's stare knowing they are all the same. focused on how to fit the newest fashions and trends, which poor lonely kid to pick on and which person to hang out with. I didn't want to be anything like them so I kept my head down walking in a straight line only looking up to check where I was. Will my new life become any better? or will it be as bad as it was?
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My life used to be pretty boring. Everything was average. Normal family, normal looks, normal house, normal job, normal life. The only non-boring aspect of my life was my best friend which was only because she always managed to mess it up somehow. I didn't really mind much because it kept things interesting. That is until she disappeared leaving me to care for her fatherless child with nothing more than a few hundred pounds and a sorry note. She did ruin my old life. She ruined everything that I'd actually cared for. My parents hated the fact that I was 'throwing my life away' for a child that wasn't mine. Not to mention illegally. I dyed my hair blue in rebellion. My own way of saying "F*CK YOU!" ...They kicked me out shortly after. I couldn't find a decent job in the area and the rumors became so vicious that I just left and never looked back. Old life: Destroyed, unraveled, completely gone. Let's see how long my new life lasts shall we?

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