I hate you mum.
Hello nobody. ^^ Another depressing yet true story. Yeah, this actually happened to me. I am the victim of abuse! D: Enjoy! Oh and this is really short, by the way.
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"Get up!" she yelled at me. I groaned. "Five more minutes!" I shouted back. She started hitting my head. "Stop it!" I groaned again. "Get up! It’s 8 o'clock, you're gonna be late for school!" she threatened.
“It's not 8 o'clock!" I replied, not believing a word she said. I then checked my phone, laying next to my head, to see what the time actually was. It read 7:30am in big black writing. “What a liar,” I whispered under my breath and pulled the blanket over my head.
She immediately pulled the blanket off me, exposing my once covered legs to the cold morning air. “Ah!” I screamed, still adjusting to the coldness.
“Get up now,” she yelled again, sounding angrier than before, if that was possible. I ignored her and tried falling back to sleep. I then felt her long nails dig into my head and grab my hair. She had actually resorted to pulling my hair.
She pulled me up into a sitting position. I was still half asleep. “Ah, you’re so mean mum!” I whined. She then let go of my hair and walked away, cursing under her breath. After she left my bedroom, I patted my head lightly, trying to recover from the pain.
I finally got out of bed and grabbed my red and black striped jacket. I looked out the window and saw the wet ground and swaying trees. No wonder I didn’t want to get up-it was raining. Damn you mother nature.