More Than a Hillbilly Girl

nicured nails digging into my arms. They thr

me," I gasped, tryi

the ribs with the heel of her expensive r

her friends mocked, mimicking my r

id, pointing at my simple cotton dress.

syn grabbed a handful of my hair and slammed my

e screamed, her face inches from mine.

nds into the sharp stones, laughing as I cried ou

I felt a sharp crack again

It was the last thing my mother gave me before she died.

broken pieces on

my body was nothing compared to the rage th

rse wa