Mom and Reginald were going through a rough patch in there marriage. So she made us move to Houston. We packed up in the little green Malibu (important for later) and headed off. Since I was use to Houston because of my summer visits it felt as if I was going on a awesome vacation.
It was 3rd grade and we lived with grandma. She was pretty strict. No heat or no ac was to ever be turned on. No eating up stairs. No this no that. Her rules made it unbearable to live in. I remember getting in trouble once at school and mom came and she whipped me inside the restroom, made me go back into class and pretend nothing happened the embarasment. I hated getting whoopings. I couldn't sit on my seat for days , it was so cold. I want to say after only 4 months of living with grandma mom couldnt stand being with her since it was just me her and jonte (nici moved to atl with her dad) we moved into a homeless shelter where my problems began to manifest even more.
The first night at the Bonita house of hope it was a birthday party I got to go to, it was really dark music playing and a lot of kids running around playing. I remember p
Bumping into prechaus and at that moment I felt my heart burst into two. For the longest I had a crush on prechaus for reasons I don't know why till this day we don't speak because we fell off over a petty situation. We began to bond and get close and so did our mothers both being in the same situation. It was the end of Christmas break and it was about time for us to start school. Issue was I didn't have much clothes or shoes to wear so I would have to re wash at least twice a week. It was hard living in the Bonita with so many rules still in place like curfew and what not.
Let's just say the first day of school wasn't the best day either........TO BE CONTINUED
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My Life
Teen FictionA look into my life, and shows you can overcome any troubles growing up.
