Sorrow I grabbed my school bag and leave the room carefully I feel as if I'm balancing on eggshells as I try and slip out of the room unnoticed, it's hard, but not impossible, once I'm out of the room I rush to the toilets to hide my embarresment but not before, Dolly has hold of me and is wheeling me back to Khloe, I hold my breath, scared of whats coming next. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Khloe smirks, she tugs at my black hair until she is holding two chunks in her hands, I scream... And again... But nobody comes, I scream again and people stare and gasp, they take photos to share they point they giggle, suddenly I could kiss my mum for never remembering when or when not the milk has gone off, my breakfast came out in a lumpy orange-y , white swirl all down her micro-mini and legs, she slaps me round the face hard, but I slap harder, spin around and escape. I run, faster than ever, but trip, I take a wrong turn and slam into a brick wall, when I wake up I am in a hospital with a dislocated jaw for the third time this year.