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I woke up with a pounding in my head and a very stupid annoying noise, that turned out to be my phone, after I turned it off I recalled the events of last night, I had gone out with a friend well my only friend and came back late and forgot to bring back some beer for my uncle and got a hell of a beating from him.
I had been leaving with my uncle for the past six years ever since my mum and dad died in a airplane crash when I was just 10 and after my brother left he told me to come with him but me been the little coward that I am said no that my uncle would take care of me, and now here I am suffering myself, no one wanted to take me cause they all thought I was bad luck just because when my mom fell very ill when I was born but survived, and my dad got robbed when I was 5, anyways my uncle didn’t like me and I doubt he ever will, ever since i came to live with him any mistake i did i got beaten up pretty bad.
I struggled to get off the floor but immediately regretted it, my body was on fire from all the beatings, so I crawled to the bathroom and did my best to shower, when I checked my phone it was 6:45, I still had some time left to hurry for school, I came out and dried my hair and styled it as best as I could, I put on some light makeup and dressed up in some black jeans and a white crop top with black sneakers.
Before I left my room I put my ear on the door and could hear my uncle’s snores from his room, I sneaked downstairs and grab an apple, and a sandwich before heading out the door, and started walking to school.
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I reached school in under 40 minutes and headed to my locker, when I heard someone scream my name from across the hall, I turned around to see my best friend shoving people out of her way just to get to me, her name was Celia, we have been friends like forever ever since when we were changing for p.e class and she saw my bruises on my back, well ever since then she will lend me her makeup to cover my black eye or injury.
Hey what you doing standing here all by yourself, she asked, I wanted to answer but I did not want to look at her, so far she was the only person that new about my uncle, i hated seeing that pitiful face that she always gave me anytime she saw some of my bruises.
Ohh hi, how’s is going, I’m sorry I have to go to class now see you at lunch I said and walked away before she saw my face, even if she knew about I had to talk her out of telling anyone, I reached class and settled down before the teacher walked in and class started.
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