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Complete, First published Nov 30, 2014
Imagine this.. Every day you get treated like crap, for
nothing. Beaten, sworn at and kicked out of your own home. You can't go to
school because your mother can't afford it, since all she does is sleep around
with guys and drink alcohol. The men she sleeps with are just as bad, since
they do whatever she says which mainly includes a lot of "Beat her!" or "Look
how much better she looks with all those bruises on her!" Your father isn't
around since he left you and your mum when he realised how much of an alcoholic
she is. He just left, didn't even bother to write a note or take you with him,
he just fled like the coward he is. 



All of this is what I have to
put up with every day of my life. Me, Zoe Parker, am stuck in what seems like
hell, actually ignore that. It is hell, and there is nothing I can do about it.
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