I sat ther playing ponys with my sister. At the time I didn't know what was going on. But my sister did. I was so used to have to be locked up in my room with her. She tried to keep me hidden from... Him.. Justin. My biological father. I looked at him like a real dad till I figured out that he was an addict. But back to the story. I was playing with my ponys until I got hungry. My sister, Rilee, said, "alright, let's go get something." That day we ended up eating dry spaghetti noodles. When we got home we asked her mother to make us some real food. And she did but it was mac & cheese not like that's the worst thing in the world.
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Non-FictionI need to get this off my chest. If anyone reads this, thank you. I know at least Some one will know the real story of what happened behind closed doors. (I KNOW THAT ITS BAD AT THE BEGINNING, I'm a young writer trying to figure out my style.)
