Welcome to my hell.

Welcome to my hell.

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Welcome to my hell. After what happened all those years ago it's been everyone's mission at high school to make my life a living hell. So a month into year 10 I'm moving house an moving school to get away. Doubt it will make any difference. Oh yeah and my Mum? Don't get me started, most girls can tell their mums anything, mine? Just adds to my living hell. Have to face my last day before I move school, it defiantly won't be easy they will make it the worse day of my life. But more importantly what will my first day be like? Oh god help me, can't I just have one good day?
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You're a teenager with the love of dancing. As a child, you competed in community dancing competitions with all your friends. Your mother and father supported your love for dancing all the way. Your father would even dance with you sometimes just to spend time with his little girl! Then, one disastrous night when you were thirteen, you and your parents were driving home from your fifth national competition. You won first place, and everyone in your family was proud of you. It began to rain and visibility was decreasing. A drunken driver wasn't paying attention to where you and your family were going, and the drunken driver crashed head on into the vehicle. Your mother didn't make it. A year later, your father became more alcoholic and abusive. He was very devastated over your mother's death just as you were. He kept telling you it was all your fault that your mother died. It is currently three years after your mother's death, and you're sixteen years old. Your father got another woman, and you have a little step sister now. Your father and step mother finally made the decision to send you to a foster family, and that's where you went.

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