Post by Hatake Kakashi on Oct 27, 2007 19:24:32 GMT -5
My parents met in Texas and started going out. It wasn't too long before they had sex, and the result? Me.
My father, Larry's, mother didn't want grandchildren, and certainly didn't want my mom's child. So Larry dumped my mother and didn't take responsibility for what he had done.
Still pregnant, my mother moved to Missouri, where she had me. When I was about seven, she married my current step-father, Johnnie. The next year, my mother was pregnant again.
My first day of kindergarten- I still remember it. That's when my eight years of bullying started. It was in the playground, and I was with another girl. Some kids ganged up and threw rocks at us and only stopped when the other girl started to bleed badly and passed out.
As I got older, I took on more and more responsibilities. But then again, don't we all? But when I was nine, I failed in my tasks and often made things worse.
That was when Johnnie first hit me. He didn't beat me, no. Just slapped me across the face. Like any other girl of that age would, I cried.
A lot. So I got slapped more.
And I cried some more.
Until I stopped messing up. Then I turned twelve and my 'smart-mouth' set in. Just like when I was nine and ten, I would get a slap for backtalk or interrupting conversations. I kept getting slapped until I learned that it was safer just to shut up.
When I was thirteen I began to realise that my brother never got hit. My brother was perfect. My brother was male, my brother was Johnnie's real child.
So I began to hate my brother. Suddenly, Tucker no longer had a sister who would play with him, a sister who would shoot guns with him or give him piggyback rides. So he hated me back.
When I was fourteen, my mother decided she had had enough of Johnnie's lazy, abusive personality. She packed up all our stuff and moved out. I was so happy that day.
But the next day, we moved back in. Mom just wasn't brave enough, I guess.
Well now I'm fifteen. The teasing has stopped, the slapping has stopped, I'm starting to talk out loud again, and I've even made a few more friends.
So........why does my life feel so empty?
My father, Larry's, mother didn't want grandchildren, and certainly didn't want my mom's child. So Larry dumped my mother and didn't take responsibility for what he had done.
Still pregnant, my mother moved to Missouri, where she had me. When I was about seven, she married my current step-father, Johnnie. The next year, my mother was pregnant again.
My first day of kindergarten- I still remember it. That's when my eight years of bullying started. It was in the playground, and I was with another girl. Some kids ganged up and threw rocks at us and only stopped when the other girl started to bleed badly and passed out.
As I got older, I took on more and more responsibilities. But then again, don't we all? But when I was nine, I failed in my tasks and often made things worse.
That was when Johnnie first hit me. He didn't beat me, no. Just slapped me across the face. Like any other girl of that age would, I cried.
A lot. So I got slapped more.
And I cried some more.
Until I stopped messing up. Then I turned twelve and my 'smart-mouth' set in. Just like when I was nine and ten, I would get a slap for backtalk or interrupting conversations. I kept getting slapped until I learned that it was safer just to shut up.
When I was thirteen I began to realise that my brother never got hit. My brother was perfect. My brother was male, my brother was Johnnie's real child.
So I began to hate my brother. Suddenly, Tucker no longer had a sister who would play with him, a sister who would shoot guns with him or give him piggyback rides. So he hated me back.
When I was fourteen, my mother decided she had had enough of Johnnie's lazy, abusive personality. She packed up all our stuff and moved out. I was so happy that day.
But the next day, we moved back in. Mom just wasn't brave enough, I guess.
Well now I'm fifteen. The teasing has stopped, the slapping has stopped, I'm starting to talk out loud again, and I've even made a few more friends.
So........why does my life feel so empty?
