I am Emily Mouscu. I turned fourteen five months ago, and only three months ago i was adopted by Jessie and her mom. Jessie's dad was killed over five years ago, and his murderer was never caught. i was abused until jessie and her mom kindly took me and my dog in.
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"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" asked my mom.
"Yah, i want to go to the birthday party." i said.
"Well, alright then. Have a fun time I'll miss you."
"Yah, me to." I lied. I would have the time of my life while they were gone, i hate my parents. Not in that bratty way, because I didn't get what i wanted, but because they were just plain mean. For example, last night my dad broke the dishwasher and blammed it all on me. Then he told my mom, her punishment was what it always was, a bruise. So, my dad took me into the kitchen, and like I was a dog he shoved my face into the dishwasher and, by the hair, he pulled me out, slowly raised his hand, it came down so fast it turned into a blurr. I quickly whinced and opened my eyes. He looked at me with hate. Once he was out of the room I ran into my room and opened the first aid box I hid from my parents. As normal I put achohol on it and bandaged it up. His gold ring cut me this time. Oh well, at least he didn't call me a b****, or a p***** off retard...
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