As I have walked into school self conscious of the way I looked. My ponytail was roughend up a purplelish bruise on my cheek. Approaching my first class my teacher asked with a sigh " What happened to your face Selena ?" "Nothing Ms. Alezza." I replied with tears in my eyes. Me knowing that I was having issues at home with my drugatic of a mother physically abusing me day after day prevented me from telling anyone what occurred at home. All I'd sender dreamed of was a normal mother who cared about me.
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Teen FictionThis story is about a young girl struggling to live her life the way she feels it should be lived. She hides her feelings and emotions from her family and one day she's finally decided to share how she feels . When she does it fire backs on her and...
