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==Chapter 1: Happy Family - or not?{{Property|Cupcake67}} {{Fanon-uc}}==
I was born into a troubled family. My dad, a rock star sensation, and my mum, a part-time spa specialist. We lived together for a happy 10 years. My dad sold records and did gigs all over the place, and he became very well known. But, this happiness didn't last forever. One night, when dad had gone to a gig, he hadn't come home, so Mum went to the gig to look for him. We drove in the car and found Dad behind the stage, kissing the backing singer, Lilly. Mum followed my gaze and saw Dad. Her eyes were filled with tears as Dad finally realised she was there. He looked so shocked and so did Lilly. I was only a child, but I understood all the same. My Dad had betrayed us.
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Dad left the following morning. He hugged me, but Mum slapped him. Dad said he was sorry, and drove off in his car. Mum just sank into the sofa, sobbing and cradling her pregnant tummy. I went up to my room and tore the picture of Dad into tiny little pieces. I hated him for what he had done, but I still wanted him back.
Mum gave birth to her baby a few days after. The baby was a boy, and it looked like Dad. We named him Jamie. However, Mum had got depression and couldn't look after Jamie, so social services took him away. I
Despite my anger, Mum and Charles married. I was a bridesmaid in a long, cream dress. I hated the party. I locked myself in my room and called my boyfriend, Micheal Bachelor. He understood my anger, so I went out with him a lot when Charles was around. Mum gave birth to my half-sister, Kaytlyn, the week after. This made me even more angry. I had so much anger inside me, you would never guess what I was about to do next.
==Chapter 2: Leaving it behind==
I dyed my hair PINK. It was a way of showing my anger. Even though I felt I wanted to, my heart said that I cannot hurt someone as vunerable as my mother.
When I returned from my friend, Lisa's, house, it was Charles who spotted me first, Just my luck. He turned from his tanned orange colour to a boiling grape purple in a matter of seconds. Finally, he belted out "Claire!","Come here!" She clip-clopped into the open lounge, still wearing her cute spa outfit, white t-shirt and small white skirt. She looked at me, and gaped. Her perfect outlined eyes welled with tears and they poured silenty down her pale cheeks, making wet patches on her outfit. She whispered something that I could not hear as she walked out of the house, her shoulder bag swinging. Charles shoved me against the wall. "LOOK WHAT YOU'VE DONE! YOU ARE A STUPID LITTLE GIRL WHO MAKES OUR LIVES A MISERY!" It was then my turn to cry. I thumped Charles in the crotch and ran to my room. I smiled wickedly to myself as my work was done.
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