I reported Cody, it took weeks before I decided to come up with the courage to report what Cody did. I knew exactly how I was going to do it, write about it and leaving the letter in my teachers room. It didn't take long before I was sent to the office to talk about it. I had to talk to the counselor and the cop, he even recored our conversation.
The cop called my dad and told him. When I got home, I had hell waiting for me. My dad spent the night screaming and yelling at me, blaming me and saying it was my fault. My own father...
I won't go into to much detail those months were the hardest, it was painful. I was crying myself to sleep, waking up with nightmares and unable to breath. I hid my emotions from friends and Carter. Sure me and Carter talked about it but I made sure not to cry. I hate crying infront of people, I don't care if it's even out of happiness.
I'm sorry that this isn't long but I don't want to revisit this part of my sophomore year. All I need to say is that, I lost my sister over it, my relationship with my father and all my friends.
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Let My Life Be A Lesson
Non-FictionI know it's not saying much, that I'm only 16 and your first thought, "there's no way this girl can teach me anything". But you wont believe what's behind the curtains... I'm Amber Martinez and this is my story.
