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the neglected child

Short story By: scottsmulders
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this story is about a child who feels neglact and this is the first of 3 parts


Submitted:Nov 5, 2012    Reads: 19    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I was sat there as he (my dad) walked away, just left me. with a quick glance back he was gone. I was in lime st station miles away from home but did he care? Its times like this that I wish I had done it last year, I was sat there in my best jeans witch only had one rip and my nice diadora trainers. Look was on my side as I had another pair in my bag but they had been sown together 7 times. The wall was cold and the bench colder so I decided the floor would be my bed for the night and there was a cosy place over the other side of the station. I wish it stopped happening to me I didn't want to come to this place in the first place. I hate the ascent and the environment is terrible, all because my dad wants to be with his girlfriend I have to suffer. I have to wear my dads girlfriends sons old clothes because my dad could not be bothered going to prymark 2 minutes in the car down the road from his girl friends. He hates me he really hates me........................





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