After ten minutes of walking I make it back home. Its really quiet , no ones home.

Father doesn't come home very offen. He is too busy as the head of his own company. He only take breakes at his work place and come home late at night. When I leave for school he is too deep in sleep to say to to him.

I have no brother or sisters. My mother pasted away when I was born, like her I have a weak body and slim build. My father and cousins  loved her so much and because I was born I took her away from them.

So they don't like me too much.

I walk straight into my bedroom. Im too tired to make some food. I'll just have food in the morning.

My room is plain, pail blue walls, white curtains , floor, doors, no posters or any photos up and a plain white, very small bed.

My mattress is rather hard, not so springy any more. And I need more blankets because its cold in the house, but I'm too lazy to get them.

I instantly fall asleep, on top of my bed. I wake up later for school shivering and cold.

I shower then try to fix my crazy bed hair and last make a quick breakfast of a piece of toast. I carefully put on my school uniforn with out touching any bruises before i leave for school.

I get to school early and spend half and hour reading in my home room before class begins. I feel something deep within my telling me to let go of the past but I just can't. Its too hard.

A feel a warm tear drip down my cheek when most the class walk in. I wipe it away ruffly , scratching my skin.

It hurt when you hold on to the past...