Concrete
Angel:
a child abuse story.
Chapter 1
I get
up very quietly in order not to wake my dad. I tangle the knots out
of my dark brown,wavy, and long hair. Tip-toeing, I carefully wake
up my little sister, Joy, to take her to Kindergarten.
In my faded and rusty car, she says, "I'm hungry." No
wonder. Dad never feeds us.
"I know, I know," I say gently, "but you're
going to have to wait until I can get us something to eat." We
sit in the car silence,
listening to the hum of a soft drizzle on the roof.
When I get out of the car at my school, people stare at me, as
usual. And why shouldn't they? I have dark circles under my
hazel eyes, and scars all over my body. I'm also wearing
the same outfit that I wore two days
ago–ripped jeans
and a wool sweater.
I drag myself to chemistry class and pretend to ignore all the
glares. We're
starting a new simester today, so it's my first chemistry
class.
My teacher has us all stand in the front while he pairs us up with
our lab partners. "Amber Lorehn..." Mr. Kewer
says to me, "Go sit next to Jacob." He points me towards
Jake Bijyle, a cute boy with dark brown hair and green eyes.
I walk towards him, taking deep breaths. Jake loooks at me and
flashes an obviosly
fake smile.
But I'm used to people faking to be happy around
me.
Concrete Angel: a child abuse story. Chapter 1 I get up very
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