Description
I'm your fifteen year old nerd who is constantly bullied, but can put up a fight. I'm bullied by plastic bimbos and their boy-toys. They call me fat, say my hips are too big, my nose is crooked, my boobs are too small, and that I'll never be loved. But I can't deny their points, or sock 'em till they flat on their ass. I'm on my fifth family and started out as an orphan. Well besides the constant abuse at home, I street fight and still get beat up there. I keep on waiting for my graduation day when I will be free and will slam my fist into every single bimbo's silicone nose and punch out their boobs. I litterly can't wait. I cut, and it feels so good. It is like all my worries and problems sink down the drain like a death, never to be seen or heard from again. Until you wake up the next day, covering the scars with baggy clothing. This was my daily cycle until on day I came home to meet a man who's first words were, "You aren't fine." He told me I wasn't fine. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Link to the original cover photo:
Prologue
