The start of fifth grade I was getting pushed into walls thrown into the door over furniture. Because me brother, and sisters needed a punching dummy. So I guess they thought since I was already half of it they could make me it.
And we had a small farm house. It had everything that cost a lot of money in it. The roommate was painting it. Then it went up into flames.
One day when my mother was at work. She drove Amish around. She had to get someone else and it was snowing out and a tree fell in front of her car and she didn't notice it was falling so she got into a car crash. She drove herself home and fell on her bed. And I had to watch the ambulance bring her back to life. After that I was scared to let her go anywhere.
Then I started to figure out my sexuality and I was scared to ask anyone at home about it because they are all homophobic. And got asked out by one of the cutest girls ever.
She taught me a lot. And I never told anyone about Amanda. She was my sun shine.
The middle of fifth grade I had to go to another school.
Things were rough at home and if i would tell anyone no one would believe me because everyone at home tells them I am lying. For an example, one of my sisters, and I with some of her friends went go have fun at a lake. And let me tell you I learned a lesson when you run and swing on a rope to jump into water make sure that you grab onto the rope or else it will hurt. That was how I almost broke my ankle or foot. It was fun but painful.
We don't talk about that anymore because we had to lie about how I got a bruise.
I started to become suicidal and I was scared what to do but I was listening to my head and I self harmed. The way I did that was burn spots on my foot.
But in the middle of fifth grade at school wasn't fun either.
