Another Runaway...

"Why can't you be like everyone's else's daughter?" My mother yelled at me. I couldnt be perfect, nobody can. Everybody has their flaws, everybody... My mother threw a empty beer bottle at my arm, I looked unespressively at my arm. Blood slowly ran down my arm. Tears ran down my dirty face. Why couldnt i have a better mother? Why couldnt my family be together, and not torn apart? Why couldnt my life be......perfect? Like all those beautiful girls at school? Who had everything. The looks,the money,the parents who were always there for them? I can't help the way I look, I can't help the way I act. I can't control my life. My face isnt covered in makeup, my hair isn't always "done". I wanna runaway...