my dad was out of jail, finally. sadly tho, i didnt miss him. my whole family including my older brother and dad moved to winchester, virginia. it was a beautiful house. everything was going wonderful. after a few months things were going down hill. my parents were back on drugs. we all knew it, we just didnt want to admit it. they stayed in there room alot. they started drinking again. dont get me wrong, my parents were lovable. they loved us. they did what they could. i remember one night i layed in my room crying my eyes out. my littlest brother Jacob came in, asked what was wrong. i said nothing, he went and told mom. ahe came in and asks
"whats wrong sweety?"
" nothings, i just dont feel well."
"nooo, dont lie to me."
"we barley have any food. and we need to go grocery shopping."
i lied. i was upset they were on drugs again. i woke up to mom and dad coming in with alotta grocerys. i smiled.
i wasnt even 12 yet, we moved again, pretty close where we use to live. it was a way smaller house tho. shortyly after iturned 12, what do you guess. we moved again. this time in apartments. they were actually nice. my brothers and i were awfully close. we use to dig in dumpsters and admire all the cool things wed find. we hardly stayed home. once we rode our bikes to walmart on a hot day. we stayed out as long as we wanted. i was a major tomboy. black poeple were always in my house. odd poeple comming in and out, my parents always told us to stay in our rooms. my dad eneed up in jail again. then.. something happened that would change my life forever.
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