"Good morning, take your seats, and let's begin the day". There was this big white board, with the message being displayed I remember sitting all the way in the back, because I missed so much school being in 10th grade. I'm in 11th grade, and honestly was scared to make friends I kept my two friends I had no matter what happened they were always there for me. These two friends are the only two who know about my experiences and what it was like me living with me parents, and siblings. I remember doing great for the first quarter of school, as soon as second quarter came around the abuse back at home started all over again. I remember crying, and cutting myself wishing it would stop the pain, the torture, name calling, abuse I just wanted it all to end, and with the blade to my skin I began cutting remembering everything my dad told me and remembering all the abuse he did to me. The cutting began more and more, it was my medicine since I could never go to DCF, or tell anyone because I was always threatened to get kicked out, or get abused. The incidents happened over and over again, there was never a day that I went without cutting myself or crying, I went back to my old way and began skipping school. I don't think most parents see how it affects their child and it's so wrong, because they should they know what they're doing and they know it's wrong. I use to skip so much that my teachers and guidance counselors use to call my mom and let her know I was missing class and if anything was going on, of course my mother said nothing was happening, I was just "sick". Later that day, I got in the car and my mom began screaming and yelling at me for skipping class, only if she knew it was because of the abuse and cuts I was making on my skin, because that was the only medicine that relaxed my pain. The next day, I went to class to get in my attendance and my teacher marked me present and sent me to the guidance counselor office I remember Ms.Williams and Ms.Smith who always spoke to me. I remember them asking me if anything was wrong, of course knowing that I'd be abused by my dad later if it got back to my parents, I replied with no. Ms.Williams and Ms.Smith both use to tell me that I'd get kicked out for missing so much school, and failing my credits so they put me to get help with YMCA program and Ms.Steiner. Boy oh boy, Ms.Steiner was an amazing, wonderful soul who helped me reach third quarter with A's and B's, and we were so happy we danced with joy in the classroom. Unfortunately, fourth quarter came and I started lacking again, and.Steiner tried so hard to help me with going out of her way, making little groups up during my free periods, so I can graduate to 12th grade. The abuse had got to me very strong at this point, that I remember not focusing as much as I did, I lacked more than ever, worse than third quarter their were meetings that if I didn't graduate I'd be kicked out. Being kicked out meant everything to me, until they told me that I'd be transferring schools with teachers and students who didn't care about me, it was more so get your education, and get it. Here came the day Monday September 10th, 2018 my two guidance counselors called me from my first period to their office, I was officially kicked out from high school and was told to transfer my schools.
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Skeletons in the House
Não FicçãoEveryone's heard of skeletons in the closet, but have you ever heard of skeletons in the house? This will be a biography and autobiography about the troubles of life. We all have had issues but I'm going to tell you the issue I had while growing up...
