I Cant Change the Past But I Can Change My Future
My mom was raped and murdered when I was 7. My grandparents took me from my sister because we have different fathers. Mine was in and out of prison, I didn't meet him til I was 18.
My grandparents didn't want me. I was suspended from school ..they dropped me off atchild services one day and left me.
My first home abused me. I ran away. My second home abused my foster sister, she ran away and i went with her to "keep her safe" lol...all of us went. They ended up taking back all 5 girls but me, because I "disappointed them the most". I was in big trouble with my p.o. (I was originally on probation for fighting.) I was thrown in a drug treatment facility (for marijuana LOL) and told this was my last chance before going to the lockdown facility for criminal teens. I gladly went to the treatment center.
3 days before I was to graduate from this program (the ceremony was set and everyone was so proud) I came out of a 1x1 to the staff door closed. All I could hear was the copy machine for hours. I ran to my room with a heart sinking gut feeling, my journal was gone. I felt soooo betrayed but it didn't matter. I was ******. I was told to follow directions, the next day pulled into a conference room. My po, attorney, case worker, counselor, foster mom AND grandma?! Were all there with stacks of papers in front of them. I felt like a dog in a corner. They went thru page after page of my deepest secrets, emotions, confessions...that right there is the first reason writing is hard for me now.
To be continued....
My grandparents didn't want me. I was suspended from school ..they dropped me off atchild services one day and left me.
My first home abused me. I ran away. My second home abused my foster sister, she ran away and i went with her to "keep her safe" lol...all of us went. They ended up taking back all 5 girls but me, because I "disappointed them the most". I was in big trouble with my p.o. (I was originally on probation for fighting.) I was thrown in a drug treatment facility (for marijuana LOL) and told this was my last chance before going to the lockdown facility for criminal teens. I gladly went to the treatment center.
3 days before I was to graduate from this program (the ceremony was set and everyone was so proud) I came out of a 1x1 to the staff door closed. All I could hear was the copy machine for hours. I ran to my room with a heart sinking gut feeling, my journal was gone. I felt soooo betrayed but it didn't matter. I was ******. I was told to follow directions, the next day pulled into a conference room. My po, attorney, case worker, counselor, foster mom AND grandma?! Were all there with stacks of papers in front of them. I felt like a dog in a corner. They went thru page after page of my deepest secrets, emotions, confessions...that right there is the first reason writing is hard for me now.
To be continued....
By:
sizzzlin69
Age:
31-35
,
Female
