The Teacher let us pick desk partners.
It was down to four of us: Kayla, Genna, Ashley, and me.
The Teacher called my name.
It was my turn to pick a partner.
Kayla had assaulted me on the bus.
Ashley was mean.
Genna was the lesser of three evils.
When I said her name, her shoulders hunched as she moved to push her desk next to mine while she cried.
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What My Mother Forgot
Non-FictionBefore reading this, you should know... This is not a happy story. There is no happy ending. Simply put, this is a chronological account of the abuse, neglect, and bullying I suffered at the hands of loved ones from birth to 17 years old. It does no...