I walked down the corridoors. People staring at me, giggling, pointing, bullying. They say I'm not supposed to be here. My parents say the same too. I was three when I was diagnosed with down syndrome. Iv'e been bullied since second grade, and it still goes on. I have no friends, family who love me, or someone to save me.
Im all alone.
I live by myself, luckily. My parents were happier than me when I moved out. No one visits me, or asks me if I'm ok. the only people who talk to me are strangers, people who don't know I have down syndrome. My princible makes fun of me. I'm like everyone's punching bag. Free hits. I don't really care about life. What does it even have in store for me?
Let me describe myself. My name is Desiree. I'm 17, and I live in Grapevine Texas. I live in a small white house down the street, alone. My mom and dad abuse me, no one loves me, or even likes me. I wish this all could go away. This is not what life is supposed to be made of. Life can be easier.
Out Soon: Sept 1, 2013
