the truth

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Summary

A girl who's family was poor or she thought they were poor. Until she founds out the truth, she was devastated and sad how could her family hid it from her.Laura stared, her mind struggling to process the truth. "What? What do you mean?" she stammered, a cold dread creeping up her spine. "But... but our clothes, this house, my school things... the second-hand uniforms... the dirty shoes... why? Why would you make me live like this?" Her voice rose with each question, disbelief quickly morphing into a burning anger.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
1
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter 1- school

Heyyy!

So, this is my first time writing a story, don't mind my mid storylines and dialogues. And please give gentle review or i will cry 😭 im not that good in English sorry 😔

Let's beginnnn-

Main lead name- laura (yall i will add others later my brain isn't working rn)

The school

Laura was a typical average girl even tho she gets average score at school she was pretty people envied her but she was poor and really got bullied at school. She would go to school wearing second hand uniform that made her look much poorer than others, dirty shoes and a little torn bag. Her bullies were rich and really mean they would call her "poor bitch" "shortie" (in a mean way) and other nicknames" Every school day was a battle for Laura. The bullies seemed to be happy in finding new ways to highlight her insecurities. "Your bag's older than my grandma!" "Do your parents even work, poor thing?" They'd trip her in the hallway, sending her books scattering, or leave mean notes on her locker. Laura would return home, her shoulders slumped, the weight of their words pressing down on her. "It's because of me," she'd sob into her pillow, "if we were not poor...." She saw her parents working tirelessly, sacrificing so much, and the guilt ate at her. She felt like a failure, a constant reminder of their struggles. The constant taunts didn't just hurt Laura; they gnawed at her self-worth, planting a insidious belief deep within her. Every time Tiffany or her crew sneered "beggar" or "charity case," a part of Laura started to believe it. She'd look in the mirror, not seeing the pretty girl others envied, but a reflection distorted by their cruel words: a poor, small, insignificant person who deserved nothing more than what she got.

(Yall im really sorry 😔 its short, and i als oadded some ai generated dialogues so don't mind the difficult words and please spare me i dont know what to write now)