Giselle furrowed her brow. "You're wrong." She said softly, her voice breaking. "You and both your parents grew with love. I did not. I had a life of pain and suffering. And how dare you say that she can relate. She was not constantly beaten by her father, raped by her uncle and made fun of by evedy girl and boy in school because she didn't have to wear the same clothes everyday because her father was too drunk or high to give a damn." Giselle was angry. She wasn't happy that Sarah compared her life to Giselle's. Sarah grew up with luxurious things while Giselle didn't get anything.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry for getting angry, but I can't stand when people brag about what an awesome life they lead and what little struggles they have, when I've been struggling since I was four years old." Giselle stood, forgetting she was in a tree. She took a step back, her foot slipped and she started to fall.<br/><br/>Sent from my SAMSUNG-SGH-I337 using Tapatalk