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I wake up to the sound of my alarm.
I groan and close it, while fluttering my eyes open. I swing legs of the bed but instantly regret it, as the burning pain in my ribs return. Yesterday, I had got a good beating by my adoptive parents. The reason was that I made dinner 10 minutes late. Ths result of the beating me was one broken rib and a few bruises on my upper arm.
I can't go to the hospital because I don't have enough money for it, the money I am saving from my part time job is also really less. I hold my hand around my ribs and take three deep breaths and slowly walk over to the bathroom. When I am done with my morning necessities and shower, I wear my outfit. I am wearing black jeans and a white hoodie. I look into the mirror and see the broken girl, my chocolate brown hair is pulled into a ponytail. My green eyes showing no spark. I sigh thinking of my miserable life. My parents had left me when I was just 2 years old at the Orphanage.
Since then till the age of 10, I lived at the Orphanage. It was not bad, but not good also. There was no one to understand me and most kids ignored me. I was left alone. When I got adopted I thought life would get better, but oh how wrong was I. They both have been abusing me since I could remember. I can't leave because I have no where to go. But, I plan to leave all this behind one day. I will save money enough to run away. One day, I will be happy. I take my bag and go downstairs.
My adoptive parents, must be sleeping right now. They don't wake up till It is right now. I make up way to the kitchen and. I cook some bacon and scrambled eggs, with coffee. I eat some as well and keep the rest in the fridge. We live in a fairly big two story house. My adoptive father, John, is a good lawyer and has a big income.
My adoptive mother, Savannah, is a nurse and has a fairly good income. They don't give me any money but a roof above my head, food on plate and clothes to wear. I am grateful The badboy is my bully read online free the things I get though. They both are not home most of the time, due to their jobs but when they are it does not end good for me. I leave the house and walk to school. School is also bad for me. Not because I hate studying, I actually love studying. But, because everyone there picks on me and sometimes it just much to bear. I have tried to end my life many times but my best friend, Kayla always convinced me to not give up.
I guess that is the only thing making me hold on. I walk in the school and see many students have started coming. I make my way to my locker whilst keeping my head down. When I reach my school I take my books to the first period out. While taking them out someone keeps their hands on my eyes. Pretty much the only voice I am not afraid of. I giggle and put my hands of my chin and tap it. I turn and look at my best friend. She is fairly tall for a girl, around 5'9.
Her blonde hair is tied in a bun and her blue eyes shine in mischievousness. I am allowing you to come to my house. You can live there and everything will be fine. Now, let's get to class it's getting late. We both walk together while some people throw some nasty remark on my way. I am looking through my books, trying to find my diary, where I write everything about my life when I collide with a hard wall. I stumble back but before I can fall one pair of strong arms enclose around me.
Looking up I see the beautiful face of the infamous Badboy, Ace Anderson. I quickly move back and stare down at my shoes. Craning my neck to look at him, because I am like 5'1 while he is 6'3. His blue eyes stare at me in anger. Got it? Once we reach the class we settle at front row. I sigh and get ready for yet another day of torment. My best friend? I was worried for you. I smile sadly at her.
I guess. I didn't see. Yeah, our relationship is of a bully and victim. He loves to make my school life hard, it's fun for him to see me in pain, I guess. I nod and quickly run to Kayla who is watching the scene with a very worried look on her face.
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