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Viotarolli's POV
Yeah. That's right. Laugh all you want. I'll show you guys one day when I'm rich and powerful.
So here I am, standing in the middle of a group of girls who are twittering away like a bunch of mindless idiots. Actually, that's not good enough. Let's see… Oh! Ok, picture this.
A group of girls wearing tons of makeup and dressed in mini-skirts, stockings, lace shirts and high heeled sandals are clustered in a circle around the new kid. He (looks like a he) has his hair cut in a shaggy, I-couldn't-care-less-about-fashion style, is wearing baggy cargo pants that fall over the top of his battered blue sneakers and a t-shirt advertising a band so old, the logo is virtually invisible. On top of this all, he's wearing a navy fleece jacket that went out of fashion years ago, and overall? He looks like a formless lump. So what? You're asking. Isn't that what all boys look like? (A/N Sorry if you're a boy and took offence, I just needed a comparison :P) Well,this is different. For one thing, living on a street doesn't do your looks any good. And secondly? I'm a girl.
That was 4 years ago, before i hit puberty and started growin my womenly features. So now you know a bit about me, call me Violet. My mother came up with that ridiculous thing she called a name, cause' my dad ditched me two days before i turned 3. And since, she's been through four men, two kids, three jobs and seven houses. Now, i'm 16 with two younger siblings, both from different dad's and one that 'married' in to the family. And life's still the same mess it started as. So either life needs spunking up, or my life sucks. And i don't really like either options.
"One, two ,three and Heave!" I woke up at the dead of night to the sound of whispered voices outside the two room caravan my family lived in. "What the hell?" I muttered groggily as I heaved myself out of bed. There was never anyone near us in this remote dump. We lived in the middle of a swamp for that very reason. My mother, ashamed to show her stinking face to the world, lived as a recluse in this out of the way world, in this thing she called a house and with Malcolm, a once handsome now blobby looking patch of fat that mum loved to bits for absolutely no reason whatsoever. And now, in the dead of night, we had visitors.
Sorry it's so short:( i just ran out of time with my mum chasing me to bed:( i'll update soon.