My Journey

chapter three

We were moving into a trailer. But it wouldnt be for a bit as Luke still bad to fix up the place for us to even be able to live there.

(Man I ain't high enough for this just wait)
(Weed is legal here)

Okay anyways, to make a long story a bit shorter. My mom knew the owner of the trailer so we got a good deal and ended up buying it, but the downfall was that the trailer wasnt completely finished so me and my stepdad had to finish it.

After about a month of me and luke putting in Insolation, plastic and drywall up around the trailer everyone finally moved in. The trailer still wasnt completely finished, but they didn't want to wait. I got the big bedroom in the back of the trailer because I helped put the dang thing together. Now the first year or so of living in this trailer was great. We went camping  swimming, played outside it was just fun kid stuff. But as they say all good things must come to a end, and this one surely did.

I had finally reached the age where my mom would let me stay home alone, yet all I wanted was to leave the home. Once I started to get a little bit older things started to get real. I started getting less gifts on Christmas and less candy on Easter until eventually I was just getting treated worse.

Around this time my mom got pregnant again. A baby boy. But with pregnancy comes crankiness, and tbh I wasnt much of a fan. I started to get grounded more and more often for longer and longer everytime it seemed, and everytime I got grounded my mom would take my ipod and iPad and play on them because I couldnt. Eventually she just grounded me if she wanted the iPad, and she always found some reason for it. After a bit of just being grounded luke decided I wasnt learning. Talking my mom into giving me bigger punishments she brought out a dictionary.

"Write that down." She said handing me paper and pencils. Not believing that she actually meant it I just sat there staring at the paper, but she wasnt kidding. I was going to write pages of the dictionary everyday until my grounding ended. I wrote pages for 2 weeks before I could finally stop, yet "I still wasn't learning." So he added chores into my punishment. Which, luckily just started with me cleaning my room. After my room came the dishes, which it stayed at for a long time until switching to the kitchen. Next came the livingroom, then the bathroom. About a month of doing each chore, yet each time it went the same. I would come home from school, eat a quick snack and spend as much time for myself as I could until it was time to do my chores. Usually this would be either right after supper or before supper depending on the chore. So anywhere from about 4 pm to 8 pm. I wouldnt finish though until very much later. Which would result in my stepdad yelling and screaming at me and picking apart every little thing I did wrong until I cried, and then still made me do the chores afterwards. (🖕🏼😉)

An: if ya don't like how this portion is written lmk cuz yeah 😅😂