A young person at the age of 14 sighed as the sun touched her petite frame.
"God... Not another day..." she whispered to self as she returned from her dream land. She rubbed her eyes brushing away the sand of sleep from her eyes.
There was a loud banging from outside the door, "Sakura! Get your lazy ass down to breakfast!" Shouted a man that brought fear and sorrow in to her life since the day of white and suppose happiness. "Yes..." Sakura whimpered. "WHAT?" The man shouted. "Yes Sir!" Sakura said in a small voice. "That's better! Now hurry up bitch, and don't make me go in there!" the man boomed and walked down the stairs. Tears slid down her face at the thought of him in here, again.
She trembled as she pulled out her school uniform and set it on her bed. She slowly pulled down her sweat pants revealing welts, cuts, and bruises on her thighs and butt. But her long silky legs were untouched, she pulled on her black, gray, and while, plaid skirt, that felt to short for her. She unbutton her top were more black and blue bruises can be seen and then re-hidden with a white blouse. She pulled on white sneakers with little bells attached that jingled with her every slight movement. She clumsily tied the laces in a raggedy bow. "SAKURA!!" Boomed the angered voice. Sakura gulped as she hurried and limped down the stairs, her bright emerald eyes was glazed over with fear.