Take You

The first sentence of a book. It makes your reader intrigued, or bored. Here is my proposition, if the reader gives up on the first sentence of the book, his/her intellectual intelligence must be low, because they should know not everyone is good at making first impressions. But here is mine.
My foot felt numb. I would be aching in pain, due to my shoulder which was displaced, but I couldn't feel that either. I winced, thinking of pain that would be coming for even wincing. His voice echoed in my head... His tormenting chants...
"Who's in charge? Me ! Who's in charge? Me !"
As each verse got louder, so did the screams.
Some accused me of self harm, some ignored it. Some even told the teachers. But what could I do other than deny accusations made about my home?
What others did not know was that behind this makeup, behind these baggy clothes, was a broken 15 year old girl. She had always been there, but thanks to makeup tutorials and baggy clothes, had quickly dissapeared.
Some called it fashion, I called it hiding my bruises. I guess you could say I dressed nice, however everything I owned was stolen.
But I was class president, and everyone looked up to me. "Bethany! Your so beautiful!" "Bethany! Omg you look so cute, love the baggy look!"
Naive classmates. I wore makeup to hide the bruises, and a plus was that it enhanced my face. I wore baggy clothes not because it was fashionable, but because I wouldn't dare let other people see the bruises or scars. But sometimes, it happens. My shirt slips up, or the rain washed away my makeup.
Behind all the stolen glitz and glamor, was Bethany Cervantes. Bethany, the girl who was abused. Bethany, the girl who never felt good enough. Bethany, the girl who had no real friends. Bethany, the girl who was living a giant lie.