Life is not a bed of roses

Life is not a bed of roses

Hello my name is Skipper, I am from New York. I want to tell you my life story. I am a college girl, there is this bully her name is Sofia she hate me and bullies me a lot because my family is poor how I got into college was through a scholarship and I passed and that is why she bullies me a lot, once she put my bag pack inside the water closet but I just kept my cool and another time she put a glitter ball in my locker and it splat all over me. She was standing beside me laughing with her good for nothing friends and she said "see the poor girl who's a big loser" and she said do you want fries with that oh I mean flies and the student in the hallway started laughing and when I looked in my locker and I saw the photo of me with my biological father covered in glitter, I just lost it, I pounced on her and a fight started, wait, wait hit the pause button I forgot to tell you that my dad was a rich business man but he died in a car accident. My mom married another man and he spent all my dad money to buy beer and also throw unfinished party and before you know it he spent all my dad money and his business crumbled, now my mom works in a restaurant while my stepdad just stay at home doing nothing. And know back to the story, as we fought the principal came and gave us both detention, after we released Sofia gave me a death stare. When I went home, I saw my stepdad smoking and treating my mom like his servant something just snapped inside me and I gave my stepdad a slap, gosh I loved it back to the story when my mom saw me do that she froze she told me to go to my room I could hear the sound of argument come from the living room and I just carried my earphones and played music for the record I love music, so the next day I went to school an announcement that there was going to be a song competition and the winner was going to be giving an opportunity to write their own album I was so happy after hear that I went for the audition and I saw Sofia there I was so surprised she gave me a smuggle look and said that first position is mine, she was called on stage but I got to say her voice sounded like a frog it was my turn and I gave it all my best and surprised won, I wrote my first album titled Life is not a bed of roses, the song spread like wild fire and we became rich again my stepfather told my mom to give him money oh gosh I loved what my mom did she gave him a sounding slap and divorced him and he ran of crying like a baby

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