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I was thirteen when my mom died. Her life was taken away by a man I never met before. She was the brightest woman I have ever met. Her hair was brown and curly. She had bright green eyes and a heart of gold. The day she left was one of the worst moments in my life .

I stared at her stone cold body with tears waiting to come out. My bright blue eyes sparkled with every tear that ran down my cheek. I was temped to run out of the room, but decided not to. I didn't want to look weak in front of my step-dad, Charles. He didn't treat me well, but I was ordered by him to like him. He was strong man with a bad temper. He already had a son, Tim, and a Daughter, Elizabeth. Elizabeth was also strong and so was Tim. They both took after their dad. But I, Abbey Chin, was the unwanted child. I never understood the reason why my mom married him, was it because she was scared? I knew why. He hit me without my mom knowing and Elizabeth and Tim went along with it. They would laugh seeing me crying.

The only hope in my life was to find my biological father. I was in eighth grade and still no sign of him. I almost gave up looking for him. He never showed up in my life, and he never tried to contact me. What I didn't know at the time was that I knew him, very well may I add. I didn't know him as well as I thought I did, though.

I went to school a couple days later and everywhere I looked people were either staring at me or whispering about me. It was the worst feeling ever! My stomach turned with every insult coming out of people's mouths. I sat down in my chair which was of course, right next to the teacher's desk, Mr. Badry. He was short and skinny. He had bright blue eyes and black hair. He had a beard thing going on but it really made him look younger. He was about 40 years old and had a girlfriend who was also a teacher at the school, her name was Ms, Felly. She was one of the prettiest teachers and one of the nicest too. She was also really short with black hair. They

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