Her heart aches through life

Chapter 2

He started to show his true colors about a month later about me. I knew he didn't really like me or anything so I started spending a lot of time at my grandparents. When I would come home he would yell at me like I was his own kid. Telling I shouldn't be spending so much time with my grandfather that I have a family at home. I would be grounded all the time for the most stupidest of things. When I mean stupid they where stupid. Some was cause I would accidentally spill my juice or would be full from dinner and wouldn't finish all my food.

Now at this time my brother was the golden child couldn't do nothing wrong in his eyes. He would do the same things and wouldn't get in trouble for it. Though the reason was cause he was only three years old and didn't know any better.

Let skip about a year later I was six years old just starting first grade. I was sat in the back of the class though I always had trouble seeing the board the teacher would write on, so when I brought it up to my parents they were mad and furious at me cause the had to buy me something expensive. I eventually got glasses but that's thanks to my grandparents going and taking me. I found out that my left eyes was worse then my right eye that almost had 20/20 vision. My glasses lasted me about a month before my step-father broke them as a punishment cause I was struggling with my reading/English homework.

I got tested on my reading and found out that I had dyslexia meaning I mixed my letters when I read. Like my B's, and D's and my M's, N's, and W's. When my parents found out they called me stupid and dumb. But my grandparents would teach me how to read and how not to mix them up as much.

I spent so much time with my grandfather that he eventually started teaching money and how it works in the real world. Now math was something I was always good at so I picked it up quickly. He would play store with me and purposely try to rip me off to see if I would notice. While in school my hand writing wasn't the best so again my grandfather taught me how to write properly and neatly, even started showing me how to write in cursive. By the time I reached second grade I was good in math, English, reading, and writing. Though at home it was always a nightmare always getting yelled at or in trouble for something. I always tried bringing home the best grades possible but they where never good enough for them.