Rae

They hated her at school, she knew it.

Everyday that she came to school she started to notice it more and more. It had started with cupped hands and whispers whenever she walked down the corridor, but it had slowly changed into more. Now when she sat in lessons people would give her funny looks and stare at her arms. Once someone had even grabbed her and tried to pull up her sleeves so that they could see her marks.

Needless to say she lashed out at that person, therefore getting herself into trouble which was rather unfair. However it did mean that she got the rest of the day off school so that she could go home and continue reading her books.

However the situation at home was no better then at school. In fact it sometimes felt like it was worse.

She lived with her mother, father and her little sister Louise. To the outside world they may seem to be a normal family, but they were in fact the complete opposite.

Her father had depression whilst her mother was an alcoholic. However her father's depression was something that was linked with her mother's alcohol problems. Whenever her father had one of his 'bad days' her mother would usually start drinking, almost as if she was escaping from both of there problems. These days would always end in an argument between her parents, in which plates and glasses would be thrown and one of them always ended up hurt. Once her mother had even scarred her fathers hand when she had thrown a glass plate at him.

When herself and Louise were younger, and these days came along, they used to hide upstairs together and play card games so that there parents wouldn't get angry at them.

But that was then, and things had changed. Now that Louise was fourteen she had started going out with her friends as a way of escaping home life. It wasn't so easy for Rae.

Rae found it difficult to find friends, especially after the 'incident' as it was so commonly called. This meant that she was usually at home when her parents argued, which also meant that she received the brunt of there anger.

They had never gotten violent towards her, but they verbally abused her, and she often had to watch whilst they threw things at each other in front of her.

The books that she read at home were the only release that she got from the arguments and her life in general.

She also enjoyed drawing, although she did not rate her skills very high.

And that was what she was doing now, drawing that is, although unfortunately it was in school and she was surrounded by the bunch of morons who were also known as her class mates.

I've decided that this is all I'm going to write until I get at least one review as I don't see the point in continuing if nobodies reading :) If people like it then just post a review and I'll happily continue. x