She's the outcast.
On her mom's side, her dad's side & all in between. No one really cares about her, or that's the way it seems. She has no friends, everyone always leaves.
She's always the last one picked. Doesn't anyone notice? Never.
In public, people stare. When someone actually asks about the bruise on her arm, she says that she fell. They believe her, call her clumsy & don't even mind to say take care.
When she gets home, her mom yells & takes out her belt. Whipping her until she bleeds.
Fresh bruises, she can't go to school. So she ditches a few days, drinking until she's no longer awake.
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