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*the small girl yawned softly rubbing her eyes as she followed the guy. She crossed her arms looking pouty at having been woken up. Empty dark eyes lift to look at her ‘brother’ sticking her tongue out at his back, before she went back to pouting. And glaring at the guy’s back as if she was trying to set him on fire*
She walks to school with the lunch she packed.
Nobody knows what she's holdin' back.
Wearin' the same dress she wore yesterday,
She hides the bruises with linen and lace.
Oh.
The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask.
It's hard to see the pain behind the mask.
Bearing the burden of a secret storm,
Sometimes she wishes she was never born.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved:
Concrete angel.
Somebody cries in the middle of the night.
The neighbors hear, but they turn out the lights.
A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate.
When morning comes it'll be too late.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved:
Concrete angel.
A statue stands in a shaded place:
An angel girl with an upturned face.
A name is written on a polished rock:
A broken heart that the world forgot.
Through the wind and the rain,
She stands hard as a stone,
In a world that she can't rise above.
But her dreams give her wings,
And she flies to a place where she's loved:
Concrete angel.
Name: Karina
Nickname: Kari
Age: 6
Gender: female
Appearance: Shoulder length brown hair, cold dark brown eyes. Fair skin, slight hint of scars scatters her body. Her eyes are cold, and often protected by an emotionless mask.
Personality: Bratty, doesn’t like people much. she likes to keep to herself and not be bothered by others. She fears adults though she fears males more then females. She doesn’t listen often.
Past: her mother died when she was only a few days old, no one is sure how her mother died. She was raised by a drunken father who used to beat her in his drunken fits. When he wasn’t drunk he would treat her perfect. She lived with this abuse for five years but when she started school her teachers realized the bruises and only after a month got her taken out of the home and sent to foster care. By then it was a little too late, they never got her the help she needed. She was marked a trouble maker from the start and no one wanted to keep her. She moved around for about 5 months before a home finally took her in and adopted her. She has been living with them for a little over a year and a half. Finally the parents got annoyed with her and sent her to there daughter.
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