Hi! I'm Hazel Campbell.I'm seventeen years old. I'm Dominican and Haitian. I am I a lil thick and curvy,i have long hair that is down to my back (close to my shoulders), light brown eyes, im in the eleventh grade .Im the sixth oldest of out 7 children child. I live with both parents my mom was being abused by my dad Michael. I have a boyfriend named Royce James.he's eighteen years old. he's Haitian and american. He has light brown eyes (just like me), broad shoulders, dreads that stops in the middle of his back ,and clean edge. but anyways, Im on my way to school and I was limping because of what had happened last night with my dad. Lastnight I felt like I needed to go to the emergency room my leg hurted that bad.but anyways while I was walking down the hall all eyes were on me. Then relized that the people around me were looking at how I was walking.Rj (Royce her bf) was walking towards me.
Our convo
Rj-hey why are you walking like that?
me-umm can we talk somewhere private?
rj-yea sure lets go *i followed him to his locker*
rj-so what happened?
me-umm so you know how I told my parent has been physically fighting lately?
Rj-yea
Me-so i tried to get my dad off of my mom but,then he pushed me so hard and i fell and my ankle cracked a little and my knee hurts bad.
rj*was getting pissed End of convo
Rj walked me to class. he wanted to kiss but, I didn't want the teachers to see me kiss anyone but, I pecked his lips. then we said said our goodbyes. i walked into class Ms.Clark stopped me and asked me why are you walking like that Hazel ? ummm I fell downstairs and hurt my ankle I responded , umm ok have a seat Ms.Clark said i walked and took my seat. I noticed that Ms. Clark looking at me. Hazel come here please , i was limping towards her. she asked me do you need to go to the clinic? yes ma'am i replied. She gave me a pass to the clinic. I left and headed to the clinic. When i got there the nurse Ms.Harris kept asking me questions about what really happened to me. Then she asked me did my mother or father do this to me. I said my dad got into a physical fight lastnight and I tried to get him off of her but ,then he just pushed me off of him and I think my ankle cracked and thats how im like this.So now you know I have to make a fone call home right? my face was some what looking scared because that means my dad would maybe go to jail or beat me again. Ms. Harris took me to the hospital.
