Lies, Sex, And Pills: The untold Story of Brè Howard

The Cold Days in Winter

Things at my granddaddy house was so horrible after the rape case. My mom sided with everyone when I wanted her support. She made me feel like everything that happened to me was all my fault. I'm thinking going into the start of my senior year by this time months have passed but my rep stayed the same . Hell it got worse, and my home life wasn't getting any better. The classic moment of my high school career and some may remember is when I got punched in the nose at the bon fire for homecoming week my junior year. Now my senior year started out great well okay because I had a lot of extra curricular activities to do after school plus I was dating Kaelyn Young during this year, and that was hell all in the same breath. Kaelyn had a big and I mean BIG problem with being faithful, and then his ex happened to be a tenth grade basketball player named Tiara and I was just like really. So we broke up, but of course we got back together. As I look back on it now, I made poor choices when it came to Kaelyn, but it had came a point where I had to love him enough to let him go. As my senior started though, I had began to reflect over high school, and realized that my relationship with the bowman twins and their best friend had got out. Let me take you back to a good long summer day in June. Tevin, Kevin, and Que were best friends. Now how I got involved was that Kevin and I started messing around first, and then I started messing around Tevin then Que joined in one time with Tevin. That was my second experience with a train. Now I can say this out of all three of them Tevin was the best at satisfying me. But this wouldn't be my last encounter messing around with family members but I'll save that for later. Anyway, my senior year actually was pretty smooth at the beginning because mostly everyone knew the truth so I didn't have to hold my head down anymore. The middle of my senior was horrible because I had to transition from one house hold to another. It all started in December, when my mom kept asking me to do the dishes, and then Robin and I got into a physical altercation so my grandfather called the police. They took me to the juvenile detention center in Jackson, and I spent an entire weekend in that place. My first night there was very scary. I was in pod 113 and the toilet was full of shit and maggots. I cried that entire night, and all I did that night was think about going home. When I woke up the next morning I literally thought that, but when my door open the officer was telling me to go take a shower. I went to school in jail as well, and it was nothing like school in the free world. When they told me I could go home, but I had to go to talk to a counselor I was elated, but disappointed at the same time. A month later my behavior got worse at my grandfather's house, but by this time it was too late. My grandfather called the police on me once again because I didn't want to wash the dishes again, and this time my grandfather wanted me out the house. So I got to walking, and left the house. A while later my cousin came to get me and I started staying with her. She was very strict, but she really just wanted me to do good when it came to school. So I did just that well not at first. At first, I was sneaking out the house, I also had a job at hooters so I was working there, and I was just being disrespectful all the way around. Since my cousin knew I didn't have anyone else to go, she gave me chances to clean up my act. She did tell me I had to get out a couple times. She even went so far as to taking my key, and I stayed outside until it got dark when she came to talk to me about the choices I was making she said " Brittany you are doing exactly what those people who don't want to see you do good things in life, and I wish you would get focused and prove everyone wrong not right." After that conversation my attitude changed about things. I started focusing more in school, and ended up graduating in 2014 from Callaway High School. The thing my high school years taught me was to not trust everyone because not everyone is your friend, but as I look back on it now well let's just say things have changed....