Me: Ash do the disclaimer
Ash:Why?
Me: cause I said so
Ash: groans Fine, unicorn does not own anything related to MR
Me: But I do own that poem and Ash
Ash: Yeah she does
Max pov
I run home. There were tears in my eyes and I HATE crying, but they pushed me to far. Everyday it was the same thing. Wake up, get beat up by dad, cover bruses, go to school, be called horrible names, get beat up more, go home, more beating up, sleep.
I open the front door and run upstairs. Dad wasn't home. Probably at the bar I think. I had enough, but there wasn't really anything I could do. I decided to write. Writing had always calmed me down
You think I don't notice?
Hey you, yeah you.
You think I don't notice?
You and your friends saying things about me
You think I don't notice?
When see me and point
You think I don't notice?
I walk into the lunch room and you say"She's too fat, she doesn't need lunch"
You think I don't notice
I hear you whispering to your friends on how I'm a slut when I walk by
You think I don't notice?
When you trip me on purpose, and then say it was an accident
You think I don't notice?
These things you say hurt. They hurt deep inside. When you call me fat, my abusive father barely ever feeds me. When you and your friends call me a slut, it's not true, I'm a virgen. I notice. I do.
Well that was my first one shot. I was thinking, if I get enough reviews this might get turned into a story.
Ash: But that's only if she gets enough reviews
Me:Yeah
Ash: So Read&Review
