Angella Smith, Lauren Colman [best books to read ever .txt] 📗

A tear slipped down a beaten bruised cheek, the girl held her self as if she was going to fall apart, the girl was beaten, weak and worthless.

The girl laid sobbing in the thick mud, rain disgugised her tears, the girl was cold, alone and hungry. What had happened to her life? Mark. That is what happened.

The girl's name was Angella Smith.

I woke early. Sunlight had not filtered through the window, the birds were silent, I climbed out of bed. It was chilly, the winter weather was always the worse time for me because the basment was chilled in the summer it was a thousand times worse in winter. I shivered then threw on a dress, pulled a brush through my tousled hair and ran as fast as I could upstairs.

I was late. He was awake.
Father looked down at me, I knew he hated me, I look exactly like Helena, his wife. She is long gone now, she left and never came back for me. Shows how loved I am.

Publication Date: 08-18-2012

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