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Maya POV

I run outside my house, as my father is trying to abuse me. He has a rock in his hand, savored from yesterday. He throws the rock, as I duxm and roll. I grab my bag swiftly, and run to school. The roots of my hair looks as if theyre dyed red since blood hit from when I ducked, the bloodnstops, and I wipe it off.


sorry its so freaking shprt