After that day I was scared to go back home. My 1st grade teacher pulled me into a separate room because she noticed I quit talking (I used to run my mouth...ALOT ). So I told her what happened... i don't know what the fuck went off in her head but she called the police. Then they realeased me into the custody of my momma. We had to go move with my Auntie and I couldn't go to public school for the rest of that year. I couldn't even go outside for goodness sake. I was a damn mess.
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