I opened my house door and went straight upstairs. Blood was all over my clothes and freshly made wounds. Thank God he didn't stab too deep into my thighs.

I would've died and no one wants that.

After I finished tending to my wounds I limped over to my bed and laid down. As I laid there I thought about everything.

Why doesn't Silas like me? I'm just rude to his friends, blackmailed him a few times, and got his baby taken away.

I can't think of a reason why he wouldn't fall for me.

As I was deep in thought I heard my parents arguing in the room next to me. The rent is due tomorrow and they have no money, again. I know we're broke, I just pretend not to be.

My dad isn't the creator of Doritos. He's Nova's butler and the school's nighttime janitor.

I try to hide the fact that I'm poor by wearing expensive clothes my relatives let me borrow and by having the spoiled daddy's girl attitude.

We're practically living from paycheck to paycheck. My mom is a stay at home mom with a business that's never going to take off. Who wants to buy dog hoodies? Not anyone I know.

No one has ever been to my house because I'm embrassed of where I live. When you pull up to my address you'll see a beautiful three story house a fountain in the front and well groomed grass.

My parents and I live behind that beautiful house. In the garage.

Since we lost our old house a few months ago one of my mom's rich friends let us stay in her garage for five hundred dollars a month.

All my life my family has been struggling with money. Since my mom had me at such a young age her parents kicked her out and forced her and my dad to get married.

My grandparents is what most people call crazy rich selfish assholes. The list goes on and on.

They have enough money to lend Oprah Winfrey a dollar. They refuse to help their daughter out because she refused to go through with the arranged marriage that was already set up.

To this day the man was supposed to marry my mom comes lurking around my grandparents house to ask if the offer is still up. The guy is eighty six years old. He's basically on his death bed.

"I don't know what to do about the bills Britney. I have two jobs while your business is struggling to even take off"

"I don't know Hunter. How about you take up a third job"

This is what I hate about my mom. She knows we're poor yet she insist on spending the little money we have on fake designer bags and fake designer shoes.

God forbid she actually does something useful with her life. She would die from all the hard work.

My mom and dad have been together since high school. She was sent to a boot camp along with my dad when he was eighteen and she was nineteen. Even though they were troubled teens they still loved each other.

My mom have told me many stories about how this black girl took her boyfriend away from her. My dad has also told me many stories of this black girl who chose another man over him.

It's their fault that I don't like Nevaeh. They used to always talk bad about black people, especially women, since I was little. They still do.

When I told them about Nevaeh just swooping in and taking Silas away from me she was livid. She told me that what happened to her in high school is happening to me too.

I was scared because I don't want to end up being a lazy loser like my mom.

No one is born racist. We become what we are taught.

Plugging in my headphones to my phone I turn up my music and closed my eyes. My life would be so much better if my parents weren't racist asses.

In the morning

I don't know how I woke up for school today. I'm soo tired right now.

My stab wounds were burning and bleeding all night. I had to wake up about five times in the middle of the night just to change the bandage.

limping in the bathroom I carefully walked up to the sink and started to brush my face. After I was done with my skin care routine I stripped and went in the shower. My hurt leg was hanging out of the bathtub while I showered.

Since I didn't feel like wearing my usual pink slutty outfit I picked up my grey sweatpants, plain white tee shirt and Nike slides.

It gets tiring being someone you're not.

The real me doesn't like looking like a washed up Barbie with died blonde hair. I've seen pictures of my mom in high school and I look exactly like her.

She's the one that trained the thought of my natural self being ugly in my brain. She wanted me to be her little twin.

I slowly walked out of my room and into the small box we call kitchen. Like always my mom and dad were arguing over money. My mom saw me coming down the stairs and froze.

"What are you wearing? I thought your cousins dropped off some clothes yesterday? Why are you not wearing makeup?"

She said with a look of disgust on her face. I don't know how she can tear down down her own daughter like that.

She never told me I was beautiful when I was little. All I remember was her handing me some foundation and telling me to fix my situation.

School teaches us everything but how to love ourselves.

Even though it's not their job to teach us how to love ourselves it would still be great having a good support system. My house isn't the first place I would go to feel confident about myself.

"I didn't want to wear makeup today"

"Be ugly then, it's not my fault"

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the door. As I walked past the big mansion that was in front of my house I couldn't help but feel jealous.

Why can't we live in a house like that?

Once I pulled up to school I was getting weird stares. People were whispering as I walked past them. Some were even pointing at me and asking who was the new girl.

I walked into the office and requested a wheelchair. I know I can't get through the day walking around. Even the office ladies were surprised when they saw my new look.

After fifteen minutes of waiting for the wheelchair I was ready to go to class. As I wheeled into class the room went quiet. Silas was the first person I saw when I walked in.

He had a smirk on his face while Nova and Anthony was laughing and smiling.  Nevaeh was the only one that looked sorry for me. I deserve this though. I've done a lot of vicious things to them.

When lunch came around I happily wheeled into the cafeteria and went straight to my table. I greeted all my friends only for them to turn away from me. They continued on with their conversation like I invisible.

"Hi guys, what's up?"

"Why are you talking to us? Look at what you're wearing. You're in a wheelchair. I'm sorry but you've been booted from our table"

Vanessa said. Everyone nodded in agreement. I looked at them in shock as they all started talking again.

"I don't understand"

"You're basically disabled. Remember what we did to the girl that was in a wheelchair? We threw her down the stairs so watch out"

Jessica said as she laughed. I slowly backed away and went out of the cafeteria.

This must be how it feels to be betrayed and rejected.

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I'm sorry it's taking me so long to update this book. I've been setting everything up for my new book.

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