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Come with me as I explain my story, my name is Violet Johnson, I'm sixteen years old, and if I were saying my life was anything but perfect, I would be wrong. I have parents who hate me and don't care about anything involving me, they didn't want me anyway. "You're a mistake!" My Mom yelled one night while she was having one of her drunk nights. My dad was worse, he was on the couch passed out from coming back from the bars, smelling like alcohol and cigarettes. I ran to my room, not wanting to be her punching bag, it usually left bruises so dark that my friends, well the friends that I still have, were concerned.
"Get back here!" She screamed. I didn't listen. She came to my door and started banging on it. She eventually gave up realizing I wasn't coming out. I waited until her footsteps were gone before I went to bed. I did not want to eat, fearing for my mother's wrath. I went to bed hungry that night. I didn't know that, the next day my life would change, and for the better.
This is my first "character's point of view" story sorry if it's too common to other stories, I'm doing my best