When I got through the door I burst out in tears.
I knew that no one was home so I ran up to my bedroom and cried.
I had to do something to stop the horrible aggressive behavior.
Why was I hated ?
Maby I was ugly or people just thought I was a nerd.
I was determined to make people like me no matter how hard it may be.
Every single day I would pray for people to like me always knowing how impossible it is.
But then again my feelings don't count because I am just me ugly , nerdy , fat and hated but one thing that I will always keep is my dignity.
" Oh No ! My foster mum was home! "
I quickly wiped my tear and came downstairs to greet her.
" How was your day sweetie "
Asked my foster mum. "
Okay ( I guess ) "
I lied as always.
I was starving I had no money for food Kylie had taken it all.
