A few years had gone by, I was around 12, my mom and dad had already gotten back together, and I moved and lived with them and my siblings...
I started a new school, one that was out of my comfort zone. I wasn't racist, but he made me hate them. A guy, my second day at my new school. I ended up in a fight..
He called me a white bitch, and I should go back where I came from. I wasn't angry, I been through worst. But then he hit my desk and he bit me..
I got angry, I got up and punched him, he felled, we started fighting in the class, he fight our way till we were outside, and I saw a stone, I picked it up to hit him, I'm the head, but something came over me and I paused. I walked away..
I finally graduated middle school. I was happy with my marks. I got 498, a good score. I expected my parents to be even happier. They bought me food and a cake. I didn't want that.
I wanted them to hugged me and say "I'm proud of you". I was ok tho, i think.
Oh, no....
I didn't made it. I was with her again.
I'm living in the hell house again.
Why can't anyone see,
The way she mistreated me.
I'm now 13, I had a surprise birthday.
SURPISE, they all screamed.
I acted all excited, I hated surprise.
They were ppl at my grand birthday. I don't know them. Everyone was taking pics of me. Why?
I was fat and had a broken tooth. I was told I was ugly many times.
My father gaved a speech, he cried and then I started crying. It was lovely.
And then the nightmare again. I went back to my grandmother's house with her. I had to do all the chores.
