Once upon a time, there was this girl. She had long blonde hair, and big blue eyes. She lived a happy life with her father, her mother and her two baby-brothers. When she was 7 she started school, and everything was going well for the little girl. She liked her school, her class and her teacher.
One day when the little girl had grown up and went to school, she was no more happy, she didn't like her teachers and her classmates anymore. Every day she came home with a new wound in her soul and her mother or father didn't notice. Every day during the winter, she came home, wet and cold after being tossed and pushed down the small sledge hill where the younger children were sledge riding during the winter. Her teachers just watched and assumed they were doing some funny game, her brothers just laughed and then the girl realised that in her family blood will never be thicker than water.
In the spring the girl was pushed around, yelled at, laughed at and she had no friends, even they turned against her. This was her life, every day for 9 years the girls got one more wound in her soul until it broke completely. She now feels empty and soul less and have trouble ever feeling really happy.
She smiles when she's supposed to, she laughs at the right moment, she tell stories, she's in love again, she's got new friends...
But deep, deep, deep inside, she can't feel a thing. It's like this big empty hole sucking the life from her. Somedays she don't even know how to get out of bed, she has no energy to make herself a meal, to go to school. All she does is cries until she leaves and another day of new fights for her starts...
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