The Truth To Be Told

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"Shayla! Shayla come here right now!" My mother yelled from her bedroom. As I walked into my mom and dads room, I was trying very hard to control my shaking. I knew what this talk was going to be about, and it wasn't good. "Shayla, you know what's gonna happen right? This is the third week in a row you haven't stolen your fair share of food. I've warned you young lady, and you now will have to pay the consequences." My mom said to me, as I sat down on her bed. "Mom, please no! I don't wanna steal, it's not the right thing to do! No matter what I can't do it anymore." I responded as I cried out loud. My family of eight lives in a small, one story house in the town of Springdale, Utah. Both of my parents have no jobs and have been in jail more than once. My siblings and I have been circling around the foster care system since we were babies, and when my parents got out of jail, our trauma just started up again. My family is very far from wealthy, therefore the only way we can eat is if we steal food. All my siblings are very close to me, but they are to scared to show their hearts when it comes to my parents. As I sat in my room waiting for my punishment, I grabbed the tiny bit of food I saved from last nights dinner from under my bed. I shoved the food down my throat, knowing I wouldn't be eating for at least a week. My Mother and Father walked in my room and dragged me down to the basement. They grabbed my left arm and handcuffed me to the washing machine. I cried and cried for hours until I dozed off. When I woke up it was morning, and I noticed a singular egg was sitting in front of me. I know that my parents wouldn't give me any food, so I figured one of my siblings secretly threw it downstairs. As the week went on, I got more tired and tired until I eventually passed out. My life stayed the same for many more years and the chance of getting caught got higher.

Years and years passed and my life just got even worse. My parents abused me both mentally and physically and there was absolutely nothing I could do to change that. It was my eighteenth birthday and I was planning something huge for the night. I went in my room every second I had, and packed as much as I could. Now that I'm turning eighteen means I have the legal right to move out. After supper I went upstairs, and sat in my room until my family was asleep. I slipped notes under all my siblings doors explaining the situation. I was really gonna miss my siblings, but I had to do what was best for me. I walked out my front door in pride, showing absolutely no regret. All I wanted to do from this point on, was put this in...
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