My Life, Dead Life

My Life, Dead Life

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WpMetadataReadComplete Thu, Jun 4, 2015<5 mins
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My life, Dead life what's the difference. My life has been dead since I was 2 1/2. When my mom started to date my step-dad my life stunk. He yells, hits me, and abuses my mom. He's cheating on my mom and we live with her. I hate her and her daughter because with her around my step-family hated me even more. Why must God put me on this planet with this family. I came home from school with my report card and it wasn't so good: Science= D, Math= F, Reading= C and the rest were D's and F's. I hid my report card and my step-dad snooped through my stuff again. "CONNER ETHAN CARTER'' he yelled. I came down stairs. "What is this" he said showing my report card. 'SMACK!!' is all you heard when he smacked me. He left a bruise so I called the cops and got in trouble my my mom.
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I watched as my dad threw the bottle of beer at my mom, paralyzed. I watched the broken glass seeped into her skin deeper and deeper. I'm helpless. I watched him call her a slut. I watched him turn around to here him say I'm worthless. My eyes flicked back to my mom, only to see her pass out. _____________________________________This went on for years before he left my mum and 13 year old me. I have so many scars. Mentally and physically. It wasn't just this. Oh no, fate couldn't throw enough shit at me. They had to throw in one of my best friends dying in a car crash. The they were just like,'Eh, what the hell! Let's make her other friend leave her for the popular sluts!'. This was my life for 16 years. They bullied me. In every way possible. It started getting better. I moved to Britain. I made 5 new friends. Even more after that. My old self came back. There were a few bumps along the road. But it all got better. This was my life. This is Annabelle Yaw's story.

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