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Chapter 4 (sorry it's short)

I wake to the hammering, pounding on my door, my dad shouting at me cruel, harsh words. I moan and instantly regret it. "Right, now Missy! How dare you talk to me like that. You little piece of ---" I block my ears so I don't have to listen and steadily get up. I grasp around, looking for some tissues and water. I stare tiredly into the mirror and start to tidy myself up. My body aches and I feel lifeless. Dad is still swearing and cursing, smashing the door. I hurry myself and once I feel strong enough, I sling my satchel over my shoulder and brace myself, heading towards the door.