The diary of Sam Jones, 15 year old girl. Begins here.
Dear diary,
Well. Today was the first day of Sophomore year. As tragic as that sounds my life just isn't getting any better. I moved again. So now I'm at a new school with no friends, all over again. I move from family to family. I'll fill you in for the past 15 years. As a baby my biological mother would throw things at me so that I would stop crying and the only one who would feed me was my older brother. Growing up if I pouted or cried I would get hit with a hanger. In the butt, the arms, legs, face, anywhere my parents wanted to beat me. Well I learned not to cry anymore and that stopped them from beating me for about a year. Then. My moms job got intense and my father became an alcoholic so they would beat me for the hell of it. My brother always tried to protect me but he would get pushed out the way and get bruising on his face or get punched. At 5 years old I began kindergarten where I would tell the teacher at the end of the day that I wanted to be her daughter and that she should take me and my brother away for ever and I could call her mommy. Eventually when it got to the board of Ed , they did an inspection of my family and house... But of course My parents made it seem like nothing was wrong at all. They beat me with 3 belts at once after that. At the age of 8, I told my teacher I wanted to go to heaven and I had explained to her that mommy and daddy were mean and they hurt me. Then the same thing happened before as when I was 5. Well then my mom stopped hurting me but my dad would come home drunk and beat me with his hand or whatever he could find. At the age of 12 I was a thicker girl and I had grown boobs. My dad began touching me one day and later that night he secretly and quietly came into my room and told me that if I yelled or told anyone that he would push me down a flight of stairs 3 times, pick me up, not take me to the doctor, and I would never go back to school. Well then at the age of 14 I didn't shower in the morning nor change from my pajamas and when he left for work, I called the police and told them everything. Anyway days went on, he went to jail, my mom went to jail and me as my brothers became foster children. We always stuck together though. We moved from place to place because people got tired of us. Yesterday was my birthday , only me and my brother celebrated it.
