yet another red line

yet another red line

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I was sick of this every day they found new ways to make my life miserable. Whether that be to pull my chair from under me or knock my books out of my hands. Shame. I wasn't as creative as them ,I only had one release and no one could ever know about it. Today was going to be the same as every other day. Groaning i pulled on my Demi Lovato unbroken top and black skinny jeans."Evangeline!" My mum shouted up yet another day in my over the top preppy school. Quickly pulling on my wristbands and bracelets. I adjusted them to make sure they covered all the scars and cuts that lined my arms . If they ever saw what was beneath the bangles and bracelets then the bullying would get so much worse and probably take on a more sick and twisted track AN: Sorry its so short fan nd comment
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"For the world, you are someone, but for me, you are the world." Isn't it just peculiar how your family for example, makes you go with your "mom," even though she never really wanted you in the first place? Demi, (well I mean "mom" since grandma likes to aggervate my soul by calling her "mom") is now who I got to live with for the whole fucking summer. I just hate her. But, as usual, grandma says I can't blame her. She was 17 when mom had me. Especially, since she was doing "bad things" as grandma would put it. But, I know what she meant by that. Drugs. Alcohol. Cutting. Purging. But, she ended up going to rehab. When she came back, she has been teen's "inspiration." They love my mom. My mom loves her Lovatics (that's what they're called, which in complete honesty is a cool word) back. But, she never loved her own daughter the same way she loved them. I'm Stella Lovato, and welcome to my nightmare.

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