Her 2-3 grade years was bad. She didn't listen. She couldn't focus. She was horrible. Her attitude was bad. she was on medication to help her focus, but the medication never helped. So it was constantly being changed to help her, it never did.
Her 4-5 grade years were even worse. She was constantly getting bullied. Getting called fat and ugly. She eventually believed it all. She started to dress in bigger clothing because she believed the kids who bullied her, she never did understand why the kids were rude and mean but she dealt with it alone
She never knew what love was. She couldn't figure out how to love. She had never felt it. She was skinny. Barley ate. Never talked. She was a shy kid. But at school she had a reputation to uphold, A reputation of being silly goofy and protective of her family. She only knew how to get mad when someone bullied her family over the bruising she had.
She seemed happy and full of energy but really wasn't. Her family was not rich. Her sister had gotten more attention then the others. She didn't have a dad. She met him but was never loved by him. she didn't know who he really was until.. He left her again... She knew he really wold love her, knew he wouldn't be around but didn't understand why.
She began to think she was worthless. She didn't have much time to think of anything. Sometimes she would run away, just to think alone. Most times her escape was school, but even then she didn't wanna be there.
Sometimes she would cry her self to sleep, most nights she would be up late crying trying to understand why she was hated by everyone. She didn't know how to play nice. Because she never had to. She was the only girl. So most times she made her sister cry because she didn't wanna share her toys.
She eventually gave up. Her mother would have mental and physical abuse from her stepdad. (Never married tho). Her mother had to cover up the bruising with makeup. she would he to have the kids wear sweaters in summer time because they were bruised
He eventually left her for some whore because her mother couldn't give him everything. Her mother was very upset but understood why he left.
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16 and pregnant (true story)
Short StoryThis is a true story. Of my life. No one really knows me. I changed the names. My daughter's name is Shirley Jean Lynn Chevrier.
