[Magic]

From that day onwards I had a use. I hated my 'purpose' and so did she. She was Jealous. It was simple to see my Dad said, telling me that "I would be a stunna' ". The day's that I attended school would also get me long glares from the boys, and bitchy glances from the females.

Whatever she did, I would always be prettier than her. First of all she made me have my hair cut. I felt so unnatural, with my long locks lying on the floor. However, after a week or two it grew, and I was given compliments for its 'stylish' new look. She then made me wear clothes that had been ripped and moth eaten. Nobody complained.

Whatever she did, I was pretier than her. She wanted the attention, but instead, I got it. However, the 'attention' I was given every night was not what I wanted. I never wanted it. In fact, I despised it. The feelings I felt ripped me apart. I was used.

Her next plan was to get me out of the family. She phoned the school, and told them that I was taking drugs, and needed help. Eventually her variation of lies took me to a Childrens Home. I only stayed there a week. But then she made me come back, because people wanted me. While I was in the foster home I made a friend. They were my first friend since the age of four, and for the week I was in their they helped me feel wanted. His name was Tom.