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"Wow she could use a real makeover I mean like look at that bitches hair"
"No look at her face.. makeup couldn't even do justice to that" they all laugh but I've been laughed at before this shit doesn't hurt me.
I take my headphones and slip then onto my ear. ihateschoolfuuuukkkk
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Vanessa Larson born January 1,1999 a very special day for most but for her mother and father it was just another bad day.
After just 5 years of age Vanessa changed her name to Nessa for short and easier for her parent. When you turned 11 your parents had a second child, a boy but couldn't care for it and left you to care for him. When Nessa turned 12 she and her 1 year old brother were forced into foster care after her parent got caught buying drugs. After a year your grandmother got a hold of you and took you in at 13.
The Christmas of 2014 your grandmother bought your little brother a bike and you headphones they looked really expensive and you weren't used to getting gifts so this made you love you grandmother even more than you already did That was the last Christmas you ever saw grandmother after she passed of ovarian cancer you parents were realesed out of jail, and you were stuck living in the projects, going to a preppy rich kids school thanks to your grandmother, and on top of that live with crack heads.
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Mila Silva turned 18 years old a year ago and works in the kitchen with her mom at the packhouse and when Mila at school her mom works at a Diner that is near the freeway. While working one night when her mom stay home because she wasn't feeling well. That night she works with another cook at the packhouse. Mila never saw this coming from him, that night she took a tray of snacks to his room. He wasn't supposed to be there but he was and he's been drinking she can smell the alcohol on him. What he did next was wrong, he took her innocence. She wanted to scream for help, but he threatens her if she did he would kill her mom. She never thought he would do this to her, she has known him since they were kids, she went to school with him, had a crush on him when she was 13 yrs old. About a year ago he started treating her like shit in front of his friends. Mila ran home after he passed out, she then walks into the room she shared with her mom. She turned the TV on a little loud, she didn't want others to hear what she was about to tell her mom "What's wrong Mila?" her mom asked looking confused and sad because she can tell that her daughter is hurting. She told her mom what happened to her and then her mother held her tight as they both cried because what he did to her. The next day Mila and her Mom were gone.....
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