• It was my sixth grade year, back then I was moody and depressed rarely happy.
    A girl named Vala came up and started poking me and making weird faces. Vala was one of those kids that just made you feel mature and made you feel like you where older when in fact I was eleven, she was going to be thirteen! " Vala please I am trying to work on a story" "hehe you said story" Vala annoyed me. I went of like a bomb. "Vala, get out of the way so I can do my stinking work and live on with my life!" "*sniffle* if that's the way it is going to be then good-day."
    Feeling a little guilty I wrote a poem it was something like.
    Depressing thoughts kill the mind,
    Happy thought make it work,
    My mind is dead like a rock,
    For I am depressed. The weird thing was that I was somewhat popular as you might say it.
    I walked home the next day feeling sorry for my self, which did NOT help what so ever.
    Walking in the front door my mom greeted me with a big mouth full of "honey we need to quick feed the horses, have your riding lesson, go to violin, and blablabla" after that, that is all I heard. "did you get all of that?" "uh yeah sure" "then what do you need to do twerp?" that was my sweet darling big brother, Drew. Sighing I repeated what my mom said word for word. "Wow your eyes where glazed, you where zoned out and somehow you got all of it!" "call me amazing, Drew" I called back. My brother started up the stairs I started to walk over to the stairs.
    When we both got to the second floor my brother whipped around pounced on my and pushed me down the stairs. gonk I heard something go crack when I finally got to the first floor. Crying I called for my mom. "Honey did you fall down the stairs again?!" "God mom I have never fell down stairs, Drew always pushed me!" I cried, "There, there don't make up such lies Drew always try's to catch you when you fall down the stairs." " Hey mom, maybe she just does it to get pampering and more love and blah blah blah" Drew called down as he tromped down the stairs. "Mom he is lying he always push's me and just want to make him seem like the golden child, and mom I think my leg is broken!"
    This was my every day life! My older brother lying me being completely innocent, and if you can imagine what can happen next. I went on with my daily things with my leg twisted the wrong way like my toes where below my butt. If anyone questioned if I needed to go to the hospital I always replied with "Yes,but my mom says I don't need to" they would gasp and hurry away whispering "child abuser." Then after violin we ran into a doctor, He gasped whisked me away and called the child abuse thing."Hey kid how can you live with that family?" I merely explained my life to him.
    After that I got a foster family and my leg somehow healed like a leg should. so my toes went
    the right way. Mom and Drew went to jail, well I shouldn't call her mom anymore I will call her Mrs.Hazel. Her real name, my real mom name is Mrs. Zofia. From then on I had a decent life. cool