Hai this is Tara and i hope you like this original story called 'Not My Fault'

"No I don't what her to sit next to me go away you freak!" The four year old girl screamed at her as the little boy laughed from across the table.

"I'm not going to okay so shut up," she replied with a harsh tone. She was done with the child. It wasn't hers for she was only 14.

"Then who are you going to sit with hmm?" The child prodded oblivious to the girls tone.

"No one!" She yelled stalking off into the other room plate in her hand.

She sat in the other room eyes ablaze. Not long after her grandmother comes in.

"You are going to loose the attitude little miss, cause if you want people to be treating you nice that's how your going to have to treat them," she snapped glaring at the now very confused girl. "She is four years old she doesn't know what that tone means. You know what she said when you walked out?" Her eyes started to tear up as the woman yelled. "'She acts like her mother'. She has to learn if from somewhere doesn't she?"

She looked at her grandmother though her hair, which was covering her teary eyes. A minute or two later she put her untouched plate on the counter and went up stairs.

Laying down she took a small blade in her hand and stared at it for what seemed like an eternity debating whether or not to slice through. Soon she pulled up her sleeve bringing the cool metal to her soft skin. Three vertical, 8 horizontal and the word fat.

Tears streamed down her face. She never even did anything wrong. Just raised my voice at a child who when she was that age would get slapped for acting like such a brat. Its not my fault that if I had acted like that at her age I would have gone to bed and not been able to eat till the next night. Its not my fault her mother doesn't force rules on to her like my parents did me. Its not my fault.

I heard foot steppes down the hall and quickly hid the blade laying back down.

"Tara, Tara?" The voice repeated. It was my mother. I didn't respond, just laid there with my back to the door trying to steady my breath. I bit my lip to keep from letting out a sob.

"Guess she's asleep." She spoke to another. I'm guessing my grandmother.

She closed the door and I let out a shaky breath.

Not my fault. Not my fault.