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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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