My name is Eliza and I'm 16.

Last year at my high school I was in year nine and I became a slut, to hear myself say that means it probably was right, I went around with quite a few boys and broke the heart of the one I loved the most. This year I want to change I dyed my hair back to its natural colour brown, I only wear a little bit of make up or none at all and I've moved in with my uncle and his family.

I moved in with my uncle and his family because that's what the courts said I had to do, I'm still allowed to go to my high school but that was probably the only thing that stayed the same. At my uncles I'm not allowed out past nine on a school night and 11 on weekends.

To let you get this story I'll tell you why I have to live at my uncles and why I wanted to change.

Two years ago my father had to leave and go to Afghanistan for work with his troops he was going for a couple of months although he was usually based in Australia but things were getting bad and he had to go over an help. I guess my family at the time was an average family a few fights here in there nothing really to worry about. But that's when things got bad, he left and it was just mum and me.

A few weeks after my father left, when I'd get home from school mum would by drinking, oh did I tell my mother is recovering alcoholic and Dad being away just made it so much harder for her to resist. Most nights she'd be passed out on the floor and telling me "his cheated your father, his left us, now I can drink!" I guess that's what started the business of me becoming a slut, with my father not being there and my mother drunk I could sneak out and have fun.
My father was meant to be home in July but he had to stay there because something happened. One August night my mum came home with another man and everything went worse from there this man would come and go but still I felt sick just living in the same roof under my mum just knowing she was cheating.
By October my birthday was arriving and on my special day she just felt the need to give me a bashing when I made a comment about her love affair. My birthday ruined with some bruises and mum smashed. Dad sent me something from Afghanistan and told me he'd be home soon, but that soon lead to one year.

When I was in year nine I went to senior parties, I'd be home at 3am, mum didn't care she even tried to hit on some of the guy friends I'd invite over.