Arkansas

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      So after a few years had pasted my father and us moved to Arkansas and it was so beautiful I lived it there and we lived in a small little town called pangburn and it had just the nicest neighbors and we had this one particular neighbor that we would always go visit. But my father was a lazy person he would always tell us wake me up in the morning so I can take you too school but when we woke him up he was in a bad mood and we would all Cower in fear because he looked like he wanted to hit us.
     But eventually we just started walking to school because we knew he wasn't going to get up. We walked in the rain, cold, fog, heat and etc. well one day our neighbor had seen us walking in the rain and she told us that if it was raining or cold to come to her house and she would take us to school.
       But at night time it was always the worst because my sisters never wanted to sleep with my father so I had to so I would get slapped, pinched, my hair pulled, yelled at, and punched by him and it. But one night it got so bad that he pinched me and I told him I had school tomorrow and asked him to stop well he got so mad me started pulling my hair and pinched me harder and I started crying because it hurt. But when he heard me crying he started punching me saying "I wish I would have another son because you are not the son that I would want" because I couldn't take the pain that he was giving me.
      Well one day it got so bad that when I was in the kitchen I wanted to take the knife in my hand and plunged in so deep into my stomach and slice my throat to end it all and I told my grandmother and she my dad and he got so mad at me and he started yelling at me saying "don't you ever say anything like that again or I will beat the hell out of you!" and then a thought had passed my mind a thought that chilled me to my bones i was so tired of my father of the abuse that I wanted to take the knife and cut his throat with it instead but I hurry up and put it down because I knew that I couldn't do it.

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