The day my mother left was sad. My dad was crying, and drinking a lot more then he was usually. Some nights I would have to remind him to make dinner/lunch/breakfast. Years after the divorce we went back to michigan. Where my mom would meet us at the airport. He got picked up by his family, and I got picked up by my mom. She was living with her mother in North carolina. This was before the abuse started. It was an 18 hour drive. When we got there we met my step dad. He was nice. I liked him a lot. My brother and sister started calling him dad. I had just met him so we weren't like that yet. I had started school the next week. It was a very big school. I was met by the school counselor.
"Well hello there! You must be Jaxson! Well let me show you your classroom."
This school was so big it was scary, like so big. She led me to a room, with a sign that read, "Mrs. Knot"
"Ok Jaxson this is your teacher Mrs. Knot."
I walked in the classroom, no one was there, they were outside. Me and the teacher sat down. She asked me what I liked and what my name was. She was really nice on the first day. As days went on she was making more and more clear that she didn't like me. She would yell at me all the time.
"What's 10 x 9 Jaxson." She shouted at me.
Keep in mind we were in 1st grade.
"I don't know."
"You should know"
"You haven't taught us anything with multiplication."
"Well maybe your mom can teach you, now i'll ask again. What is the answer."
I didn't know how to multiply so I just added them together.
"19?"
"Wrong, its 90. You need to study harder,"
Yes, my 1st grade teacher told me I needed to study. She wasn't like this with the black children. She would give them snacks and also treated them so much better than us white kids. She had all the white kids at one table and all the black kids on another. My mom was so fed up with this, she was so done that she pulled me out that school and we moved back to michigan. Where my dad was. We lived in a tralier park where my Mema moved in like 5 houses away. I got to see my dad again. When we moved in my dad came to see us, my mom didn't speak not a word to him.
"Hey Jax! I missed you so much!" I jumped up and hugged him. He then hugged my brother and my sister. My sister was his favorite. He was so excited to see her, he picked her up and swung her in the air. When ever I tried talking to him he said Hold on or cool. He than left without saying a word to me. I couldn't believe this. How could he do this to me? I thought he loved me.
