My Not-So Fortunate Life

Chapter 2

My old foster brothers and sisters give me such hell at school.

At the old house they would act as if I was a piece of gum left under a desk. They would pull my hair, hurt me and give me balm for their wrong doing.I think they didn't like me because I looked almost white and have longer hair than them.

Joyce is a 15 year old dark skin girl who was in foster care with me. She was by far the worst girls their. She almost reminded me of my mother. The both of them would kick, punch and slapped me around.

One reason Joyce didn't like me was because this really cute Junior in high school asked me on date. His name is Myles. He was so handsome, tall and played basketball. Joyce liked Myles so much but he just turned her down constantly. He took me to the movies, dinner and we got frozen yogurt. Everything went so well until Joyce saw us kiss when he dropped me off at home. She was upset but levied is more of the word. She gave me the death stare for weeks.

I had to let him go because Joyce would just give me more hell at home.

My foster parents didn't believe me, they thought I would hurt myself because I looked different than the others and because I didn't have many friends at home. It doesn't make senses to me that, how could a person make their own hand print show up on their back.

Teachers asked me about my bruise. Of course they contacted my foster parents and once again they think I did it. I was put in therapy for it and I tell you I hated that man!

I forgot his name but he just made me feel uncomfortable. All if the questions and touching wasn't necessary.

I'm so thankful that Mrs.Kenya took me in.

Anyways, Today at school Joyce had the nerve to push and pull my hair. It was so embarrassing, being bask to all the people in that hallway. She spit horrible remarks to me and some people just watched and walked past us.

Not even any teachers were around to stop her. She is 3x bigger than me and I could barley defend myself. I kicked and slapped her but that just mad things worse. I finally got on top of her and grab her braids and just pulled them so hard and kept banging her head on the floor. 3 teachers finally came and pulled us apart from one another.

We got for suspended for five days.

Mrs. Kenya was proud of me that I defended myself. She knows all about Joyce and the other children.

I told my friends at projects and they praised me with laughs and hand claps.

I would say I'm proud of myself too.

What's even worse is that I have to stay home alone for five days. It's almost scary because just this morning there was a shot out and a dead man found outside next to our door.