Have you ever heard of DCS? well if you answered no well it means department of children service's which is were people go when they get abused at home. So I got in trouble one day at school so I was crying and this counselor pulled me to the side and asked me why I was crying I said cause i'm going to get my butt whooped when I get home she's like big deal and I said yeah your right its a big deal you said so your self so she sat down and talked to me i'm like its a big deal because it leaves bruse's on my bum and she's like what dose he whoop you with I said a paddle with holes in it or a belt but then I'm like oh yeah we got a new paddle without holes in it cause he broke it over my bum last year and so we had to get a new one. so when I told her that she said okay next thing I know a few days later this strange lady came to school and said she's with DCS before I figured out what it was it was to late she already got down to the last few questions which were the most important so I got mouthy and said leave me alone stayaway from me and my family!right when she left from talking to me she went right to my house and put a card in the door and when I got home from school I took the card out of the door and trough it in the trash can and 2 days after that she called both of my parents to the DCS office and talked to them separate and she's so stupide she said this ''does your husband hit you and my moms like heck no but I knew and she knew it was a lie but whatever anyway there not spouse to say something to them about who said it but she said my name too when she was talking to them well umm my dad and mom very disopointed in me and told me I had mental problems and stuff but know I just write story's about it till three in the morning and I know my parents don't love my dad even told me to go cut my self beat my self and stuff and he said he would try not to get DCS to take me away but he wont fight hard...... till next time on morgans storys
