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The end of beginning...

”Layla, can you come over here?” said Claire Wright with a sharp voice.
Layla stoped in her action and looked over at her mom.
”Yeah, yeah, yeah...”
Layla walked over with a defient look in her eyes and put a hand on her waist.
”What?” she asked with attitude, clearly enoyed.
”What is this?”
Mrs Wright looked dissappionted at her daughter.
”Is this how you show me your doing everything in school?”
Layla looked at the paper her mom held in her hand.
”So what?” Layla screamed.” You never cared before!”
The grades in mrs Wrights hand showed nothing but failure.
Her daughter, Layla Wright, was a clear dissapiontment, a shame of the rest of the family.
”What am I supposed to do? Life sucks!”
Layla turned around and ran into her room and slammed the door.
”Don’t you turn you back on me young lady!” her mom screamed while running after.
But she was to late.
Layla had already locked the door.
”Open the stupid door!” her mom yelled while hammering on the door.
”Leave me alone!” Layla screamed with her eyes filled with tears.
Layla sat down on her bed with her knees pulled up to her chin and her arms locked around them, while tears streaming down her cheaks.
She tried to lock out the things that could hurt her.
She tried to think of happy moments in her life, but couldnt find anything to hold on to. 
 
It wasnt allways like this.
Life was easier.
Life was easier when her dad was around.
When her mom was happy, and not drunk all the time.
But her dad had left five years ago.
And left nothing but a broken family behind.
Her mom was a drunk, they lived in a pigsty, and Layla wanted nothing more than to flee.
Just run away, and leave everything behind. 

This is where her jurney starts.

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