" Bye Jane, see you tomorrow." My friend Alicia called to me. 'Yah if I live till tomorrow.' I thought. I waved to her and turned around.
My name is Jane and I am twelve, I'm rather short for my age though I don't care, but my mom and dad do. I have burns cuts and bruises all over my body. I wear jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt to cover them up, but I can't do anything about the ones on my face.
I don't know exactly why my mom and dad do this to me, they just do. But they are never upset afterwards. I'm afraid one day, It'll be to much, and I'll just die from the stress of it, or from how hard they beat me.
My father is more brutal than mom, he slaps, kicks and throws me against the wall. My mother, she is the one who burns me. I cry and scream and beg for them to stop, but do they listen? No.
The kids at school think that I have problems, they think I am always depressed, when the truth is, I am just to upset and scared out of my mind to talk. I jump at the slightest of sounds, like birds chirping, or cars passing by.
The teachers stare at the bruises on my face, and the cuts on my hands and fingers, but they walk by and never ask what had happened to me.
I never smile, not even when my friends tell jokes that really are funny, they ask and I shrug it off saying, " I don't know, guess I'm just not in the mood today." They don't believe me, I can tell with the looks they give me.
I sighed sadly. I wish I could be normal, and have a nice loving family, it would be nice.
I walked further down the sidewalk slowly, not caring how slow or how fast I walk until I get home. I will still get beaten...