April 6th 2014
Tiffany, Emily and I walked out of the house to hang out. It was snowing lightly, but it was still cold. We walked around Sam P's area. "So, what do you wanna do?" Asked tiffany. "We should go to my house," I replied. We shrugged and walked down Thomas street in Lancaster. This is my old house, why are we here? I thought to myself. A kid inside the house started banging on the window from my old room. "What are you guys doing? This is my house," we had a conversation with the little boy for a couple minutes then he said, "you better leave before my father comes out. It ain't pretty when he does." "(Little boy's name is shouted)" "uh-oh" he says quietly. The front door bursts open and we see a tall, scary looking man speed walking towards us. He grabs my T-shirt, pushes me down to the ground and starts punching me really hard. I didn't do anything but lay there as his fists connected with my fave a bunch of times. Now I'm back where I live with my mom, exposing to her what happened, why my face was bloody, bruised and full of cuts.
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