She's eleven years old, barely developed but she's taller than most girls her age. She's not the girly type, she'll get down and dirty with the boys; that's why she was teased. She felt ugly inside; unwanted, it made her cry and it pained her parents to see her hurt so badly. They didn't know how she felt though. She turned thirteen, she found a group of friends she could trust with everything. Although everything seemed okay, she didn't realize that her friends were actually talking about her too. Fifteen years old. Young and carefree. She looks back on her previous years, telling herself she wouldn't let it bother. Things come up and the feeling is back again. She closes her eyes and wishes she were dead. Her mother doesn't see it, but of course nobody else does either. Everyday pains her as if she were eleven years old again. She prays to the lord above forgiveness in hope that he'll see her through. Its sad to think that the people who know you the best don't know you at all. She's turning sixteen real soon, I just hope she'll live long enough to see seventeen.
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