At School

Hi, I'm Shayleigh and I'm sick of being bullied because of how I look. I was 13, my dad took me to the park to play with my brother while mom was at work. And we were throwing a small blue football around. My dad over through it, so I went to go get it. I had to go across the street to get it, then as I was on my way a back. A blue van ran over me. I don't know how I survived, but my doctor said I got very lucky. So ever since then, my face hasn't been the same. I have a ton of scars on my face so people say I look "ugly". No, I look unique.