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Wynter´s POV

I opened my eyes lying on my bed looking up at the ceiling; I didn't want another horrible day at school. This was the worst week ever. My sister and I are outcasts at the new school we were put into. "Hey Wynter. Do we really want to go to school today? I'm sick of the fights we get pulled into or do we just want to transfer to a new school?" I asked tears coming to my eyes. I looked at my damaged wrists and sighed, my head was spinning like a bulldozer and I was always getting abused by mum, but I guess it was better than going to school where I got bullied non-stop, along with my sister.
She was the light in my life; the thing that made me put the other foot in front of the other. If she wasn´t at my school, I would ditch every single day. If she wasn´t there, sitting with me at the table for lunch, I would starve to death. I could talk with her about everything, anywhere at any time. I often called her in the middle of the night, right after my mum had beaded out my hopes and dreams, till I bled all over the floor. She often beaded me up for absolutely no reason. I guess she just enjoyed to see me suffer, to see me bleed, just like everyone else did. I would call her in the middle of the night, crying into the phone, which made it hard for her to understand what I said. But she listened to me anyway, calmed me down, and told me that everything would be alright. I never replied to that, because I knew that my life would never develop into something good. I had to live in hell alone, with no one who understands me, waking up and falling asleep to a yelling mum. I remember when I was a little girl, about 4 years old I think, the first time she hit me.

It was a warm April afternoon; the sun was shining bright on the sky. My dad was sitting by the pool we used to have, with a beer in his hand and a newspaper in the other, like he always did when it was warm, and had got back from work. My mum was busy with cleaning up the house as usual. I was wearing a new summer-dress, an incredibly expensive one of the kind. I don´t remember the brand, but it was a brand like Prada, Gucci, Dolce&Gabana. I was playing near the pool with my dog Terry, a cocker spaniel. He was not just an ordinary pet to me. Apart from my sister, he was my very best friend, since my mother never let me play with kids at my own age. "She will just get so dirty and unclean Thomas, and I sure as hell don´t want a kid with green grass-spots on her knees, end of story!". She said that sentence every time. My mum was obsessed with perfection, and there was absolutely no room for a child with scratched knees in her vision of a perfect world. That was just the beginning of the nightmare that had just started. I had walked over to dad and smiled a huge cheeky smile, my blonde hair perfectly out of my face and everything, only a few hair bits were out of place. I wondered as dad smiled at me happily, he seemed chipped and I walked over to mum, my knees were visible and they had green spots on them, also, I could tell she saw a few bits of my hair out of place. I gulped as she hit me across the face then again with the tea towel she held in her hand.
But no matter how much I hated going to school, I had to do it in order to get a proper career, as my teacher had said to me for about 100 times. But I didn't had a long academically in mind. In secret, I wrote poems and song lyrics, which was the thing I´ve always wanted to do with my life- But I haven't showed my lyrics to anyone accept from my sister Tyissha. They would just…make even more fun of me I guess.

I grabbed my schoolbag, and headed off to school. I always walk to school; it gives me time to think about everything and is so calming. I read one of my newest lyrics, when a hand grabbed it out of my hand, tore the piece of paper into pieces…