Emma Scott

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I wake up.
Rub my eyes.
Open them, and take in the blinding light.
My blanket is soft, my pillow is warm,
why would I want to leave this bed?
I don't.

I turn the handle of the shower
The water jets out, a blast of icy cold,
but it doesn't stop me.
I drag my frail body into the water and wince as it trails all over me.

Living with just a man and a brother leaves me
stuck with using soap that smells of cologne.
Whatever.
It's not like I have friends to care.

I leave the shower feeling refreshed
When I look in the mirror I sigh.
My dad raises me as if I am a boy too,
now I am trapped in my pixie cut, and
un-groomed eyebrows.
I am also a late bloomer, leaving my 16 year old body looking boyish and like a childs.

On goes my hand-me-down Panthers basketball tee shirt and worn out black nike basketball shorts.
Creds to my athlete brother Landon for my
amazing fashion sense.
This is clearly a joke, because I get made fun of for my clothes every day at school
but I'm not worried today, because I'm not going to school
I'm finding my family
I'm running away.

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