So, by the 7th grade I was basically a drug dealer. Dr. Who moved on and I moved up to Adderall, the study drug. I was able to keep my grades up without the medication, so I simply sold the pills to make a profit off my fellow classmates. I also had a babysitting job, which gave me a great excuse to Mom and Dad explaining why I always had money. Yes, i said Mom and Dad. By age 12, I had adapted to calling my aunt and uncle Mom and Dad. It just felt natural. However, in order to prevent confusion, i will refer to them as my aunt and uncle, rather than Mom and Dad. After all, my real dad was released from prison when i was in Jr. High. That somehow seemed to change my relationship with my uncle. It also took a bizarre turn. I was developing nicely, and boys at school were noticing. Even High School boys. Particularly, the step brother of the two kids I babysat for after school each day. My sisters were involved in sports, so my aunt and uncle rarely paid attention to how late I actually worked. Since I was just around the corner on the next block, they didn't worry so much. I think they liked me gaining some independence. Little did they know, I was pretty much dating big brother. It started out with just playing footsie on the sofa and then it escalated to no bounds. I wasn't in 7th grade, I was in 7th heaven.....
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Between The Lines
Mystery / ThrillerI'm not quite sure when my fate was decided. It could have been when I was 7 years old and cps took me from my mom, who was an aspiring actress in Hollywood. Or when I made eye contact with the boy next door in San Bernardino Valley. Or when I exper...
