Rainbows POV

I got detention... Ya... I didn't care... Three bullies go suspended for the rest of the year... It was Vice-principle Luna...she knows I was just doing self defense...she was happy I stood up for myself too... But... Rules are rules... So... Lunch Detention it is... She let me read... It was better than the loud cafeteria actually... It was quiet... I know the girls miss me... But I might do it more often... Or just ask to stay with Mr.Ramos like some other kids that hate the loud cafeteria.

When I finally got out I didn't and I mean DID NOT want to leave, it was quiet, I let to the cafeteria and saw my friends and sat next to them.

"How was detention" AJ asked

"Quiet... Might do it more often" I said

"Please don't we'd miss you!" Pinkie said

"I know... It's just too loud sometimes" I said

"Why have you been obsessed with your locket, don't you see your mom all the time," Pinkie asked

I bowed and shook my head,

"Why not, sugar cube?" AJ asked

"She died when I was 8,when my dad..." I sniffleed, "drove the side me and mom were on into a building, I'm lucky to be alive my mom wasn't so lucky" I started to cry.

Shy rubbed my back gently, I heard rarity hit pinkie with her poster or magazine,

I slowly calmed down, but that was hard for me. It was 7 years ago and I've been abused by my grandparents and father ever since, but I can't tell them that yet, they already know to much with my aunt, the attic room, my bruises, cuts, and how I can't sneak out.

"You feeling better?" Twilight asked

"Ya," I said.

I didn't eat lunch... I wasn't hungry... I should have... But didn't... Nos I'm off the the best class ever!.... ELA... With Mr.Tower and Mrs.Anderson...

We read more of the story, I just listened but Mrs.Anderson is trying to get me too read, she says tomorrow I will, but I like that class cause it's quiet.

I went on with the last class before heading outside, I really didn't feel like going home, put did, when I got there my dad was in the doorway with a bottle of alcohol in his hands, "you're 5 minutes late you know what to do" He said.

I sighed as I threw my stuff on the side of the door and went down stairs, got handcuffed, and beat... Whipped... Kicked... Punched... And a new cut on my arm. It was SO painful! I was in tears again.

When I finally was released he went upstairs, my grandmother was out, grandfather was asleep in his chair, and dad had just passed out on the ground. I went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up. But a bandage on my new cut and washed off all the blood. Just a normal day for me.