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life isn't fair. It's a simple fact that a person needs to accept. There are no two ways about it. No amount of kicking and screaming about it will do any good. Crying about it into your pillow at night won't make the fairness very magically appear to waive all worry away. Demanding it in the streets with a colorful sheet of posterboard on a stick won't get you access. You'd be better served, leaving a post it note on your fridge or bathroom mirror, saying life isn't fair and getting on with your day For Anissa Jones, she knows life isn't fair. It wasn't fair. At five years old when her father died, it wasn't fair. When her mother couldn't afford the mortgage on her own and they had to move into low income housing. It wasn't fair. When her mother settled for a man to easy with excuses and too eager to leave bruises on them both, it wasn't fair that he stuck around and like a black hole. It wasn't fair that they couldn't get beyond him. He hit you again, and this it was in a fog. She had been all day. She walked home with the urgency of a slug. Her best friend, Geraldine at her side. Earth to Anissa. Hello. Sorry. I was spacing. What do you say? I asked if your ***** stepfather hits you again and it's a nodded. That's why you cut your hair. Not the look I wanted, but I'll be damned if he pulls my hair again. Geraldine shook her head. Can't you do anything about it? You don't think I tried? She adjusted her backpack and kicked a chunk of blacktop into the woods. Nothing. Aiken. D'oh! The cops are over so often. I know other damn names. Child service is is useless. And my mom won't leave his sorry ***. So that leaves me stuck till I leave. Which I'm gonna do next time he wants to put hands on me. With what money? You work weekends and oh, Geraldine Porter, Pointer! Finger to her bottom lip. You're only 16. And this a shrug. So what? You rather me stay? We should just put the boots to him ourselves, or I don't know, Shane and Mike would probably do it for fun. And when he's all better, he'll take it out of my mom. He either a needs my mom to say, get out for good, Be needs to die or C I need to leave A has yet to happen And I'm not going to jail for his sorry ***. So that leaves me with C. If you leave, you know you can crash with me. Yeah, because what your parents want is another kid in the house and another mouth to feed. Not, like eat much. Anyway, my *** thinks differently. Your *** doesn't belong on that body under that baggie hoody and a skeleton with ***. It doesn't make any sense. Like your body makes sense. You're an apple with **** sitting on toothpicks. If we could put our bodies together, we'd be okay. I cannot share a head space with you. And Mrs shook her head.