my life story

[babymikey]

my life


this story is a true story of my life.note im not good at puncuation



i rolled over to more yelling i got up to see who it was this time it was my mom and my sisters dad again. i closed the door and hid under my covers wondering if i was gonna get hit again and how much he had to drink tonight. i finally fell asleep and dreamt i was flying away from this life into a brand new one with hugs and kisses every night were i wouldn't get yelled at because i was alive and i could walk around the house with out being scared of getting hit.with a plastic baseball bat a wire hanger a plastic hanger or anything else could be used to hit me with. i finally woke up to more yelling i rolled over and realized i wet my bed i jumped up and quickly got up and changed my clothes and ran to the kitchen to get a drink to dump on my bed and act like i dumped a drink on my bed so i wouldn't get hit for wetting my bed. my mom came in and saw the wet spot on my bed and started yelling about me wetting the bed and i told her it was a drink and showed her the cup and she bought it although i still got hit for dumping a drink on my bed. i got my bed cleaned up and got ready to go to school although i hated school it was still a place to get away from home. i waited with my sisters by the bus stop. the bus finnaly arrived and we climbed in and found our seats people started picking on me about my freckles again i just sat there as they poked me and made fun of me i started to cry and they started to call me a baby. finnaly we arrived at school and i ran straight to the bathroom to cry. the bell finnaly rang i went to class and sat in the back away from everybody else. but people started to throw things at me so i threw stuff back to try and get kicked out of class so i can be away from them.i finally got kicked out and was sent to the principals office.i walked to the front of the school and sat outside by the flagpole by myself and started to think and cry. then i heard the principal behind me i told her to go away and leave me alone she told me i needed to go to the office i did as i was told i sat by the principals door for what seemed like hours she finally called me in to her office and asked me whats wrong i told her none of her buisness she said ok and said i was to have 1 day iss(in school suspension) i said o'well and walked out.
it was time to go home wich i hated i waited for the bus to arrive i climbed in and sat down to more teasing. the bus finally arrived to bust stop near my house me and my sisters climbed out and had a quiet walk home. we arrived at the house and started to get yelled at i got tired of the yelling and ran away although i was gone for only 1 hour i felt free and happy i was finally found by a cop dog they took me back to my house and my mom acted like she cared i was back i started to yell at her and was sent to jrc(juvenile receiving center) i stayed there for a night and my mom showed up with my sisters dad around 9am i didn't want to go with them but i had to we arrived at the house and i ran inside to try and avoid being hit and yelled at to my surprise i wasn't yelled at but i started to wish i was dead.

[BabyGrizzy]

My Life

By BabyMikey

//Edited by BabyGrizzy\\

I woke up to another great morning of yelling and wishing I was dead. Mom and my step dad were at my door yelling at me again. I hid under the covers, wondering if they were going to burst in again and start pummeling me with random objects. Only one other thought was going through my mind, “How much did he have to drink?”

I fell back into a state of deep sleep. I dreamed that I was flying away from this life into a brand new one, where I would receive hugs and kisses every night, where I wouldn’t be yelled at for being alive, and where I would be able to walk around the house without fright of being hit with baseball bats, hangers, fists, feet, or anything else.

I finally awoke to more yelling, I rolled over and realized that I had wet the bed in the short time I was asleep. I quickly jumped up, changed my clothes, and ran to the kitchen to get a drink, and pretend like I spilled it on my bed, so I wouldn’t be hit for wetting the bed. I dumped the cup of water over the wet spot, my mom came in and yelled at me about the wet spot, I told her I spilled a cup of water, I was still hit for spilling water.

I showered off, and got ready for school. Although I hated school, it was an escape from home, so it was good enough for me. I waited for my sister by the bus stop. The bus finally arrived, and we found our seats. I was being picked on for my freckles again. I just sat there, as they poked me and called me a baby. Finally, we arrived at school. I ran straight to the bathroom and cried. Soon the bell rung and I went to class.

I took my seat in the very back, and people started throwing things at me, so I threw them back, in hopes I would get kicked out of class. My plan succeeded. I was sent to the principal’s office; I walked to the front of the school, sat by the flagpole, and cried. I heard someone behind me…it was the principal. She informed me that I needed to follow her to the office. She asked me what was wrong, and I told her it was none of her business. She accepted the response, and gave me an In School Suspension. I didn’t care, it was a reason not to go to class.

It was time to go home, which I hated because I was always the subject of torment and abuse on the bus, and at home. The bus stopped near my house, and me and my sister had a quiet walk back home. I was instantly the subject of torment. I got tired of the yelling and abuse, and ran away. I was gone for a mere hour, but I was happy.

A police dog found me, and the cops took me back to my house. My mom acted like she gave a crap I was back, and gave me back to the police. They took me to a Juvenile Detention Center for the night. My “family” was there at 9AM the following day to take me. I didn’t want to go, but I had zero choice. When we arrived home, I ran to my room, and dove under the covers, to avoid the yelling and the hitting that would most likely ensue. When the yelling did not come, I began wishing I was dead.