"Wake up whore!" i hear my slut of a sister yell at me and banging my door "Go to hell!" i said groaning and looking at the time "Shit" i said going running to the bathroom to shower was 7:30 and i was late for school not that i cared tho i showered covered my scars and got ready then ran down stairs and saw my sister eating breakfast "morning whore" she said "morning slut" i said getting some fruit "so how was last night?" i asked my sister "meh as usual" did you use protection at leas haha not that i care" "we did and shut up" "let's go we're gonna be late" ok so hi i'm Rachel i'm a 16yr old in high school i have long black hair i'm 5'0 i have a nose ring and i'm a "whore" at least that's what i've been called all my life my sister is Zoe she's 18 she's like me but she has brown hair our dad killed him self when we were 5 our mom its a drug addict ever since our dad killed himself she has had so many boyfriends i lost count and i guess thats why me and my sisters are like this but i try my best not to be like them but i drink, smoke i cut and i have a little music note tattooed on my waist i try to stay grounded but sometimes it helps "we're here" she said parking the car i was on my phone texting "another dick pic?" "shut up and no" "whatever let's go" we entered the school and everything went as always we got called sluts like always my sister kissed like 10 dudes lol that's a record and i just smoked a little nothing interesting, we were going to the car when i was going out all the guys started touching me "get off dickhead" i said pushing them i got to the car and my sister was there "so the usual ?" "yeah let's go" we went to our fav bar we always go on the weekends and meet some friends there "let's get this party started" my sister screamed we drank and partied all night then we got home drunked af like always "you hoes come here" our mom screamed at us "what mom" she slapped us ugh I'm used to this "what did i say about going and not bringing me anything!" she screamed at us "sorry mom" we then went upstairs when i looked in the mirrors it was still red "agh shit" i needed makeup Monday to cover the bruise up i got changed and went to sleep.
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A mistake or a blessing?
Non-Fiction16-year-old Rachel has a though life doing everything she can to survive. She meets someone that makes her change her perspective of things and one mistake can turn out to be a blessing
