My story

Charry K.

My name isn't important, it's my story that is. If you really need to know, you can call me Charry. My real name is Charice. I have red hair and brown eyes. I really wish my eyes were blue though. My favorite color is Black and I'm fourteen years old. To start things off no I don't have a boyfriend, I can't deal with all of that stupid drama I have my own... I'm abused at home by my mom. My dad left us when I was about nine, I still remember all of the continious fighting and screaming. My mom says I was the reason why he had left. I havent seen my dad in six years tomorrow. Which is the day where the beatings are so brutal and harsh that I'm sore for a month and most likely have a broken bone. The only one who knows about the beatings is my best friend Chase H. Chase lives on the other side of the country though. its hard to believe he moved a year ago. Chase's mom loves me and so does his dad. They told me if I ever needed anything they're there for me. It makes me feel loved and special something that never happens to me. Before chase left for California with his parents he gave me his hat that I wear it everyday and stole three of his jackets. Chase's parents dont know about my mom abusing me but lately they've been so bad I might tell them. I've saved up enough money to runaway to Chase's. Chase is sixteen years old and has his own truck and lisence, he said he would meet me in Texas if I ever needed to leave Florida. Well, enough about me goodbye!