2. 2 more years. I can wait, right? I mean, I waited 16 years already, whats two more? Who am I kidding? I cant wait. I thought. My dad has been in prison for 16 years already. Being an accused sex offender, I have to be eighteen until I can see him. Whats the point anyway? Its not going to make a diffrence.
"AMYA! GET UP! YOUR LATE FOR THE BUS!" Aunt Lisa- Mom yelled at me.
I cant complain about my life too much. Even though my Aunt yells at me, she took me in when I was 3 months old. Unlike my sister, who was a year old taken in by my other grandparents. I live in a big house with my "sisters" Aly, Rebbeca and Gianna. I cant complain.
I rushed to put on my uniform, and grabbed my diary from under the bed. I ran out the door to see the bus leaving.
"Wait! Stop!" Dammit. Missed the bus again.
I "borrowed" Gianna's car keys and drove myself to school. Yeah, I technicly need a adult in the car, but I cant miss school. I left a note to tell Gianna I took the car, and luckily it was her only day off of work.
When I got to school, I walked down to the lunchroom to get breakfast. I of course dont eat until I get to my first period though. I walk over to the table full of my friends.
"Hey guys. Whats up?" I asked.
Blake responded, "How'd you get to school? I saw you miss the bus."
"Took Gi's car. Yes I stole it for the day."
Blake said somthing back, but all I could hear from another table was,
"Hey look its Amya. Be carful she might rape you."
I sighed. Stephanie.
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Prison Kids
Teen FictionAmya's dad sexually assaulted a woman. Jackson's Mom leaded a gang he's in. Lilak's Mom killed someone. Evan's Dad was a theif. They're prisoner's kids. Not prison kids. I wrote this for fun, but sadly I have lived some of this. Please be...
