Qizi
School has started, and I finally got it, today! Opening Ceremony.
I cooked breakfast and waited for my stepmother and brother to come down to eat (my father is away from home all the time, so my life is completely taken care of by my stepmother).
"Why is this porridge so thin? And why are the fried dough sticks cold?" As she said this, my stepmother slapped me across the face, "Do you not want to live anymore? Go! Keep doing it! If you don't do it well, don't even want to go to school!"
I made another breakfast for my stepmother to eat, but I'm sure! Now that I'm late, the head teacher will definitely penalize me again!
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As usual, I rode the bicycle that I had been with for five years. This bicycle was bought by my mother as a gift from elementary school to junior high school. However, my mother divorced my father not long after. It was because my father had an affair, and that was my stepmother.
From the moment I knew they announced their divorce, I changed, completely changed. I became unwilling to speak, became a bit silly, became timid, and became unwilling to accept reality...