Bruises
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The Outsiders
my father gets drunk and beats me, everyday of my life since I was seven years old, my mum up and left when I was just three years old I am the spitting image of my real parents that never wanted me so they gave me up to there friends that always wanted a family and couldn't have kids. Here's where my story begun I lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma and that's where I had never been to school or had hardly any friends. When I met a gang who appeared to be nice but tough I decided to run away from home to the Curtis house. My so called parents didn't give a damn I lived in the hood and up four houses from Johnny's house he always wondered what happened in my house when I told the gang they took me in like a little sister.
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Dear Nobody, My name is Luna Rose Wesley and I'm just like any other girl my age. I have some secrets, I'm afraid of the future, I have some complicated relationships and some amazing friends, and I'm just trying to do anything that I can to survive. But as the days pass, it seems like surviving in my world is becoming more difficult with every minute. You see, without any money, my family is forced to live in in an apartment building that's smack dab in the center of our rundown part of the city. And my mother is just a work of art. She is now addicted to drugs, and she isn't trying very hard at all to try to get us out of our inner-city situation. Living in constant fear, not only of what's outside my window at night, but also of my violent dealing brother living in the room across the hall, I have to find a way to cope without putting a bullet in my skull like so many of my fallen brethren. And my coping mechanism is to write letters to nobody- to you- and sending it to an address that doesn't exist. I need somebody to talk to without that somebody thinking that I'm looking for pity, so I've found you. Nobody. Thanks for listening. Sincerely, Luna Rose (Rated Mature for the mentioning of sex, drug use, violence, and profane language. Does not contain actual sex scenes.)

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