by Sarah Martin

Created on: September 10, 2008

It's scary how much stress teenagers have to handle throughout a period of five years. Whether it's keeping up with societies standards or trying not to be that one girl who gets made fun of because her shoes are last seasons. You never know how their minds work. Just one sly comment could be that last one, that one that is just hurtful enough to push that person over the edge. Over to where they no longer want to breathe the filthy air that's corrupted with other peoples standards. They just want to end it. You never know what's happening in that little frustrated mind, behind that false, pitiful smile.

Gemma had auburn hair down to her buttocks. Eyes that were unique iodine shade. Her complexion was slightly patchy and disfigured by teenage acne. Gemma dresses in second hand clothes and walks around in shoes her mother finds out on the streets. Her mother was a cleaner and her father was an alcoholic. As far as he was concerned, it was a hard day's work. Her mother was a timid young looking lady. Long hair that covered her innocent face. Like a shield where nothing could get past. She had a waist of around twenty four inches and a breast size of double A. Her father, a man of whom she tries not to look at or mention. As far as she is concerned, her father died sixteen years ago.
It was a Monday morning, a school day. Gemma opened her eyes to see her boxed room. No wallpaper, no window just plain walls. The sound of her mother's cries echoed through her body. Her father yelled and demanded her mother to make love to him. He clenched her throat and forced her naked body onto his. Gemma listened as her mother suffered in agony. It was a normal day for Gemma. Actually, it was quite a good day. Her mother was actually conscious.
She walked down stairs and into the kitchen, her feet pressing against the cold floor. She roamed the cupboards in hope of some food, but all that was present was yesterday's milk. Yellow and sour. Just enough for a glass. She walked back to her room to get ready for school. As she approached her door, her mother stumbled out. She was naked and covered in blood. Her nose was streaming with it and her mouth was flooding out with red liquid. Gemma slipped on her clothes and left the hell whole.
As she got to school she met the Miss Populars. Bleached blonde hair, short skirts and the latest phones. She tried to dodge their sneering and filthy looks. One of them yelled at her asking whether she was wearing clean underwear this morning. Gemma

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