Dark Depressed and Unimpressed
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Ongoing6m
Last published Tue, Nov 29, 2016
"Mom its not a phase okay I'm emo. Not going through an Emo stage I'm 16 not 13"
"Do you know how bad it is for me at work to have everyone talking about how my daughter is bad news and beat up one of their kids," mom screamed.
"Do you ever think about why I beat them up, how they call me names that I won't even want to repeat. You didn't notice last year when I came home from school with bruises and balling eyes out. You were to busy working as always like they time I had a solo at middle school and you didn't even bother come. Its always been about work well ever since dad left us anyways," I cried
Olivia is just a normal girl except she's super emo. She's also know as "The Badgirl" of her school. So how can she let people call her Olivia. That's why she's only know by her middle name Kat.
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