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It's may 13th and I have school but when I wake up my mom is screaming at me. I run down stairs only to be smacked,
"You worthless piece of junk! Your late! I want breakfast!" My mom yelled in my face.
In nodded and hurried to make her breakfast before school. My step dad is at work or getting drunk.
I give my mom her breakfasts and I head to school I skip breakfast normally so it does not bother me. At the end of the day I find that my grades are dropping. I walk out of school only to be stopped by bullies,
"Get out of my way!" I screamed.
Then one kid pushed me to the ground, then they started kicking me. A teacher saw and escorted them to the principal while another adult helped me up.
"What's your name?" He asked. I looked up to see a man not very old maybe 20 or so wearing a hat with the word 'Real' on it.
"Alina." I replied.
"My name is Nate." He replied.
"Thanks Nate, I got to go." I stammered and ran off.
Nate stood confused. He was about to ask if she was okay. Nate walked back to the school, he had to talk to some kids about music.
(If you did not already know this is Alina's POV)
I walked back to my house in a hurry despite my pain in my ribs. When I arrived at home my mom was sleeping and my dad was passed out on the couch. I hurried to my room and started school. A few hours later my mom screamed for  me again. I knew it would be worse if I did not go so I ran down to get my hands tired around my and duck tape put on my face. My dad put me to his bed and I cried while he did things wish I could forget. That night I was sent to my room after being called 'worthless and broken, they wished I had never been born.'
That night I packed a bag of what I loved which was nothing but a few pictures and a stuffed animal that you could hardly tell it was a dog and I threw it into a bag and I climbed out of the window and ran and I never looked back. It was nine in the evening and I had passed a place that was busy and there was a sign that said
The Tenth Avenue North tour with Hollyn, Lecrae and Matthew west.
It was just starting so I decided to sneak in. No one saw me and while I was there I heard people singing and shouting. I saw a band up on stage and a man singing and going crazy,
He started a song called the struggle. I just sat there in the back.
Twenty minutes later a new band came up the singer was called Matthew West. He talked about how their are all these words that we call ourselves and then he says that was are the Child of the 1 true King! Jesus Christ! At the time he started a song he called 'Hello my Name is' I thought to my self, ' I'm not a child of the 1 true king. I'm no ones kid.'
I watched and listened to all the other songs and artist and listened to a rapper with a very hard message I tried to run out but knocked into someone.
"Hey you okay?" The man asked. I had noticed that he was on stage when I arrived,
"Ya I'm fine." I replied.
"I'm Mike, I'm the lead singer of Tenth Avenue North, who are you?" Mike asked.
"I'm Alina and I need to go!" I told him and ran out again. Mike shook his head and went to start the meet and greet.
I ran out not feeling sorry for the man named Mike. I found a place to rest and fell asleep and then I decided that I needed to end my life, end my suffering.. I grabbed my razor blade and started to cut my upper arm and as I watched the blood drip to the ground I cried, not cause of the physical pain of the cuts but the mental pain. I finished, stoped the bleeding and went to bed. No one saw me For I was very isolated.