Time In JAIL
In jail I learned how to mix foods and make it taste good sometimes.
Commentary
Depressed
It was something like a slap in the face because I never knew depression could affect me. I couldn’t help to think, “why me?” from then on I began to cry myself to sleep every night, and I closed myself off from everyone.
The First Day of Summer School
My sophomore year was over and it was officially summer. All the fun and games I had been playing finally caught up to me.
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About My Life
Growing up my family went through a lot of ups and downs and trying to raise us. Where I grew up it was a lot of bad thing going on there, being there is why I act the way I do
My Life’s Beginning
When I was born my father said I wasn’t his and that my mom was just trying to pin me on him. Growing up as a child I never knew whom my dad was but I always wondered whom he was and why he wasn’t in my life.
On Another Level
In life I was branded as the slow kid cause I thought on another level. When I was a kid, teachers and kids thought I was special needed cause I never acted like a normal kid.
Having a Parent in Jail
Him being in jail made my life harder especially since I’m a Daddy’s Girl. I got in more trouble in school, me and my mom got into more arguments, and I was just lost.
Teen Driving
It seems like every other week we hear about another car crash involving teens. And as a rising junior this is going to be on mind when I take the drivers test.
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We were going to San Quentin