Savanah Garcia
She thought she was a Garcia
She was only just 9 years old when everyone forgot about her.
She's been bullied, gone through a heartache, been kidnaped, has a best friend dealing with cancer, her family has turn their backs on her, wh...
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"Stay here, and don't move" Nicolas ordered me.
It was now Thursday afternoon, the day before my birthday.
My 14th birthday to be exact.
To say I was happy, wouldn't cover any emotion I was feeling.
I'm pretty sure I looked as though I had just sucked a lemon as I was leaning against one of Nicolas's cars, while he went and sold something to someone.
Mum and Dad hadn't really reprimanded him on his suspension, thinking that that was good enough, which I highly disagreed with, but who am I to say something.
I'm pretty sure my parents don't even know that they are feeding 7 children, rather than 6.
I rarely even eat anything at home, so I am probably on the brink of anorexia, but who is to say that I am? I don't have anyone who can take me to a doctor so that they can diagnose me for it.
I probably have a lot of things wrong with me, that I don't even know about.
"Well boys, look who we have here" great, more company that could give two shits who I am.
"Ok and you can fuck off now" I said, unbothered by their presence. This happened on the daily.
Boys who were my eldest brothers age, would always find me alone whenever Nicolas left me at his car, and try and get me in their car, so that they can take me home and do things with me.
And I never let it happen.
Because I think they are so stupid, and don't realize that I am so use to this.
"Oh, I don't think we could leave this beauty here" the same boy said again, rubbing his hands together.
"Nothing is going to work on me, so I suggest you find some other girl caked in makeup and fake tan to take home rather than me, who could give two shits about you" I continued to scroll through my phone, but my real attention was on them.
"That wasn't nice" another boy piped up.
"The truth isn't nice" I responded, bitterly.
"The truth is bitter, while the lie is sweet" the main boy spoke again.
"Exactly, now leave"
"Not until I have had my chance with you"
"You won't get your chance with me" I then kicked him where it hurt the most, followed by a bitch slap to the cheek.
The other boys just stood around and watched it all unfold, terror written all over their faces.
Once the boy I had kicked and slapped recovered, he signalled to all the others, who then all scurried off, revealing my older brother standing at the doorway of the run down gas station we were at.
