My Name.
I Don't Know Why You All Call Me By False Names. Why Are We Called Them Anyway? My Dad Used To Call Me Chicken! What Sort Of A Name Is That? Not Only Until My Dad Died Did I Realise It Could Be Worse. My Mother Calls Me Angelina Patterson Round Everyone Else. But She Treats Me Like A Nit. She Always Wants Me Locked Inside My Bedroom. She Calls Me Dust. Dust. What Name Is That? Dust And Sometimes Ash. Even The School Call Me Ash. On The Register My Name Is Called Out As Ash Or Ashley. Why Did She Call Me Ash? I Am Not Too Sure. Surely I Can Change My Name I Might Well Ask Her. Thing Is, Its Funny How I Am Used To This Many Names. I Am Called Rachel. Rachel Patterson. No One Else But My Mother Knows That. I Am Constantly Told I Am A Spoilt Brat. A Spoilt Brat? All I Have Is A Blanket. I Sleep On The Carpet As I Don't Have A Bed. I Have No Pets, No Friends And No Toys. I Want My Father Back. Around My Father She Called Me Rachel. Like My Name Is Really Rachel. My Dad Called My Mum A Fragile Flower. She Isn't That Fragile Now He's Gone Though. Not At All.
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