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Ms. Lovato
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Continúa, Has publicado oct 28, 2014
Daniella Lee-Adams is the perfect student. With amazing grades, dozens of volleyball trophies, and her award-winning smile that every family in town knew, she seemed to be picture perfect. She stayed out of trouble, didn't do drugs, and volunteered at a shelter on Friday nights. However, there's more to her than just the boastful news articles written about her a few times a month in the town paper. Daniella Lee-Adams is anxious. ALWAYS anxious, and there's nothing she can do about it. That is, until she meets Ms. Lovato.
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He always assumes I want money. That money can replace my desire for a mother, for a female figure who will guide me through the darkness. All he can provide is money. He assumes that because I use the money, that I'm happy, that I don't spend night hunched over my toilet bowl physically sick to my stomach with the guilt of killing my mother. He assumes that because I have friends, that the smile on my face is genuine. That because I smile and confidently stride out of my room in a bikini, that I love myself and the way I look. He assumes everything about me, because he doesn't know me. I'm his daughter, and with the simple fact, he assumes that by just looking at me he knows my every thought. Does he know of the blood I spill when I have no other method of coping? Does he know of the times I sit and ponder about what it would be like to go through death? Does he know that when he leaves for work, I cry myself to sleep and wish for a mother? Does he know that I could care less about him? I hate him. But he loves me. Does he know, that through all this mess, I just want a mother. Because according to Disney, mother knows best?