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Prolouge

(Punch, kick,  stump, stump, punch) Bitch get up.  Get your fat ass up. You aint gone never be me. Never.  My stepsister Nia said.  As im taking this pain I pray to the  lord, why me? I had had enough and decided to fight back.  That was truly a BIG mistake. Yes I was bigger than her but she was stronger,  a fighter,  and older.  I couldn't compete. She quickly grabbed my neck choking me till I couldnt breathe any longer. Finally my daddy came to the rescue grabbing her off of me. But this was just the one of few times he has come to my rescue.  He's always working. I guess thats why he married that bitch of a stepmother I have now. I had no idea how I was going to go to school tomorrow with all these bruises on my face and neck.

(BELL RINGS)

Slamming my locker running to Mrs. Allens's class. Chest heaving. I step into class all eyes on me.  My plams were sweaty and she had just started attendance.  There weren't any seats in the front where I like to sit. I hated sitting in the back. My hips were  always pushing into people's desk. I took a deep breath and made my way back. I heard names like "Lard Ass" "Fat Bitch" "Ms. Calories" and the whispering saying why does she have a turtleneck on in the summer. I couldn't let people see the choke marks around my neck. I was determined to make it to the desk with my head down not even looking up. I had made it to my seat.  FINALLY. I eventually looked up half way ashamed the other half afraid to.  Luckily no one was starting anymore. Yet still I felt eyes on me. Shyly searching for the eyes. I FOUND THEM IT WAS. Him

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