Niki's way (On Hold)
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Last published Wed, May 16, 2018
Hi my name is Niki, I'm 13 and my life is hell. my father took off when I was 4 years old, and my mom has blamed be ever since. she's a drunk and a druggy, she stays gone for days at a time sometimes weeks, when she is home she beats me. she useally brings her guy friends home, some of them are nice, but most of them are mean, and always end up leaving in the end.
what a lot of people don't know is I'm different, very different. some people might call me dumb, sicky, and unable to grasp realty. I'm able to do so, I just choose not to. I stare, sit and listen, I watch but do my best to stay out of the way. I am however sick all the time, I can't go outside, there's things I can't eat, touch or even be near. I'm not dumb really, im just not as smart as others, I'm 10 but I might as well be 4 in a lot of ways.
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