I'm the one who got hurt everdayday. My name is Sage. Everyday when I go to school people call me names that I don't want to be called. They put me in the bin and push me around for no reason. They only do this is because I'm nerdy as I wear glasses and braces. 5 years ago my mom died from cancer. I live with my nasty aunt Bessy. I'm like a slave to her. She will tell me to clean the house when I'm supposed to be doing my exams. When I go to school I have to walk around as the bully's wait for me at the front of the school. I don't tell the teachers because I'm scared that they'll tell my aunt and she'll just beat me. I have scars and wounds all over my body. I wear dark old clothes that I found close to a dumpster as my aunt burnt all my clothes. Whenever I'm sad or angry I go to a broken down church that my mom and I used to go when she was still alive. I never show emotion in front of anyone as it shows that I'm weak. One day I looked at the broken down church and I screamed. It was then and there I wrote down my story. I then took my old dagger and used all my sadness and all my anger to push it through my stomach. People will know my story and will hopefully not make the same mistake. The mistake of giving up.
To be Continued....
