Three Lives With No Hope

It’s three o’clock in the morning. There’s only the sound of the fan. I wake up. I have school in three hours. I don’t want to go. I hate school. I don’t hate it because of the work, like most kids. I hate it because I get bullied... Everyday.

“ I’m so tired. I’m going back to bed.” Annalice whined.


Annalise went back to sleep.

ERRR!! ERR!! ERR!! Annalise's alarm clock goes of.


I got up and very slowly got ready for school. I'm not a morning person. I ate breakfast, brushed my teeth and hair, then headed of to school.



As I walk to school, I see the popular kids, who of course, bully me. As I pass them, they start laughing.




"OMG! Look at her! Haha!!" One of the girls barked.



"She's so ugly! I'm glad I don't look like her!" Another girl laughed.



"Get out of here!" Someone else yelled.



As I walk away, their still laughing and mumbling things. I don't know if I'd rather be at home or at school. People that bully me, they don't know. They don't know what goes on at home. They don't know the my mom abuses me and beats me. They never notice the bruises on my arms and the scratches on my face.



Later that day, as I walk down the hallway, I see the "preppy" girls who think their better than everyone else. As they walk by me, one of them stares at me, then trips me. This is the treatment I get everyday. Yeah, I'm used to it, but it still bothers me.



After school was over, I walked home. I took my time, as usual. By the time I got home, my mom was there. I guess she got off early. When I walked through the door, she was waiting on the couch.



"It's about time!!" Mother said.



"I'm sorry." I mumble apologetically.



"Yeah, yeah. Whatever! Get to work!" She yelled.


I got to work right away. I've always been scared of mother, so I've always listened to whatever she says, although most of the things she tells me to do, I never want to. I have two sister, but of course I'm the only one that has to work. My sisters are my age, in my grade, but of course hates me like everyone else. They never get in trouble and they are the popular, preppy girls. They act like we're not related, but we really are.

After I finished my work, mother called me into the living room. She told me I didn’t do a good enough job. I know what’s coming, She told me I know what happens when I don’t do a good enough job. I waited for my punishment. She started hitting me.
“ No mom! Please! I’ll fix it! No! Stop! Mom! Please!” I begged.
“ It’s too late to fix it! You should’ve done it right the first time!” She hissed.

“ Oww mom! Please stop! You’re hurting me! Please just stop!” I said.

The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t take it. It killed me. I love my mom, but she doesn’t love me back. I’ve thought about telling the nurse at school, but I don’t think she’d do anything. I’m going straight to the nurse tomorrow and telling her. I can’t stand being here and getting beat for not doing something right.

It’s now Tuesday. I told myself I was going to the nurse and telling her my problem. It’s been going on for seven years now.

I walk through the doors of school and go straight to the nurse. When I got there the nurse asked me questions about the bruises and marks on my body. I told her about my mother beating me. She said she was going to call the police, then Children Services. When the police arrived, they asked for my mothers number, so I gave it to them. When they called my mother, she said that she never did anything to me, but if she didn’t do it, where did all of the bruises come from? I don’t get beat up at school or outside of school.

The police didn’t believe my mother. They told her I wasn’t coming home. They said that they were taking me to a foster home. I was so happy. I never thought this day would come. I’m gonna miss my mom, but I’m glad I’m not getting beat anymore.
When the police took me to my new home, it was huge. There were other kids there and there were a lot of rooms. All of the kids there seemed nice, but I don’t fit in with them. They're all loud and like to talk. I don’t talk very much, and I’m not loud.
I went to a new school and didn’t have to deal with mother. At that school, it seemed like people didn’t like me either. I found out that they had heard things from people at my old school, so they started bullying me as well. I was so tired of the bullying, that I just gave up. That day, I went back to my foster home. I felt like I didn’t belong in this world. I shouldn’t be in this world. So later that night, while everyone was asleep, I got a rope. I tied it to the ceiling. I made a loop at the end and put it around my neck. It was a slow and VERY PAINFUL way of death. The next morning when my foster brothers, sisters, and parents saw me, they were so upset. I knew I was going to hurt people, but not a lot of them. Almost everyone at school came to my funeral and I didn’t realize how much people cared. That was the end of my life. I broke everyones heart. At least now I know that people cared even though they didn’t show it.