The life of a teen

1-12 1/2

Alright. i should probably introduce myself. My name is Samantha Scarlet, but you can call me Scar.  That's all you need to know for now lets get on with it. Ever since i was like 5 i never liked my dad. he used to scream at me and hit me.  its gotten better but it still isn't good. from age 1 to 5 i cant remember much. All i really remember is when i fell down at the old spaghetti factory and getting a bruise. i didn't know why my knee turned purple so i thought i was going to die.

from 6 to 8 my life was ok. My father had a good job so i got whatever i wanted. I was very happy. now i know that was because my dad was at work all the time so there was no reason to be upset. 

At 8 my dad lost his job and we had to move into my grandmothers house. Don't get me wrong it is a beautiful house and i'm very great full, but it just wasn't the same. 

At 9 1/2 we had enough money to move into an apartment. moving was stressful but i was happy to be somewhere we could call ours.

At 10 my life went to shit. both of my parents worked so i spent my time listening to music. every day when i hot home i fought with my dad because he would always have some reason to be mad at me.

from 11 to 12 1/2 it all stayed the same but my mom had a Tuesday, Wednesday, Sunday job at the church running the churches cafe. Which meant i had to help. My dad now drives around hamsters for a living. and he is in Arizona from Thursday to Saturday which means i have some time in-between fighting. And we moved back into my grandmothers house.