Avery was at her locker having a hard time moving for everytime she took a step all she felt was throbbing pain like she had just tried to run a marathon without training. HEr body felt stiff and she made sure her sunglasses stayed on her face for she did not want anyone to see her black eye and to make sure her arms were not exposed from under her sleeves. "Conceal don't feel....Concel don't feel don let it show." She said for all she wanted to do was hide it for she knew if she tried to tell anyone the beating would get worst and no one would believe her. Once she made sure her sleeves covered her arms and part of her hands she closed her locker and made her way to math class.

All the students stared at her and started to talk more. "What a loser she is wearing the same outfit as yesterday I bet is smells now." One girl said as she held her nose. "I bet she thinks those sunglasses will make her cool well it doesn;t she is just a loser I bet she is dirt broke." A guy said as she walked past them and knew they said it loud on purpose. Avery did her best to ignore it as she walked in the classroom to see that she was the first one in and just walked to the best in the back corner. Once she sat down she pulled out her sketch book and started a new drawing of another angel where a dark evil figure had chains wraped around the angels wings.

SHe had a real talent for drawing for it was her special talent but she knew at this rate she might not make it as a well known artist. SO she just used ot to help her get through life with her horrible father.