The Shattered Peaces of Me

Chapter 1

   I used to live in a U.S.A state called Maryland. I was happy there. My mother never played with me though. I don't even remember her talking to me. When she did talk to me it was ether a holiday or my birthday. Or she was telling me to go away. I lived in Maryland until I was 7. Then we moved. I left all my friends. That was the first time I was truly sad. We moved to Arizona. We moved because my brother tried committing suicide, a lot. My parents then got a divorce. My dad was on the street for a wile. My mom planed this to happen. Then one day my dad took me and my brother from school. We went to California. 

   My parents got the divorce finalized. I thought it was all my fault. I was just 7. I remember that no school would except me. Then one day one excepted me. It was Palm Avenue Elementary. I had some troubles. For I was still getting used to the divorce.

  My 2nd grade teacher Mrs. Mason was so nice. She stood up for me when others pulled me down. The school was actually thinking of holding me back but she said no. She is the only reason why i'm in the grade i'm in now. If it wasn't for this I also wouldn't be as smart as I am today.

  When I was in 3rd grade I got my first friend, well my first friend in California. We've been friends ever since. After I became friends with her, I started getting more friends. I was finally happy again, at least for a little wile. One day, in my 3rd grade class, I started crying. I didn't know why I was crying, and I still don't.

  My mom sometimes took me and my brother to see my grate-grandma. My grate-grandma had dementia. She couldn't even remember her own doughtier, or granddaughter. Then, the day before she died, she remembered me. I was so happy. The next day I found out she died. She died on Veterans Day. 

   Life went normal for about a year. Then my mother got remarried. As soon as I met him I knew he was bad. Ever since then he's called me a peace of shit. He also says I only have 1 brain cell that works. All the insults just kept coming and they still do. My mom even goes along with it. One day I hit my head on the thermometer that heats up the house and they asked if it broke. They didn't even care that a got a small concussion from it. That happened when I was in 5th grade. 

   When I was in 6th grade most of the kids at school hated me. I never even did anything wrong to them. So, I was always in the library during lunch. The year before 6th grade, a kid threatened me that if I didn't tell them what they wanted to know, they would beat me up after school. Sixth grade was the year I got another concussion. When I was in 7th grade I had more friends. But still a lot of people hated me.

   In 7th grade every day was hell. People would make fun of me for how I looked, talked, and even my personality. All I ever was, was nice to them. The abuse from my mother and stepfather never stopped. 

  In the summer I spranged my wrist doing one of the many chores my mother gave me. They didn't even care. My mom even said 'Oh your just over reacting'. Whenever I'm with my mom I never get medical treatment when I need it.

(More coming soon!!!)