Truth Or Dare

Truth Or Dare

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"I admit it. I’m a massive dork. And it’s no secret. Since the 7th grade, my biggest wish was to be popular. To just once, feel pretty and be wanted by guys. But I am the opposite of that. I have poopy brown hair that is usually always pulled back into a ponytail, or it was open, but flat, knotty, and everything but what I wanted it to look like. And yes, I still have braces. I’m the only person in my whole grade who still has braces. It wouldn’t be so terrible if I was in middle school, but i’m a sophomore. Feel free to cringe. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to become popular. The only thing I like about myself is my brain, but that doesn’t make me a guy magnet. Blonde hair, big boobs and short skirts do. " Everything seemed to be going perfectly, until someone takes Truth Or Dare a bit too far. After all, the grass is greener on the right side, right? (Cover picture found on WeHeartIt by Suvi (sumppo,))
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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?

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