My social life has gone haywire, or at least that's what it feels like. Oh my gosh, I can be so rude. I forgot to introduce myself. I am Leslie Collins sophmore at Redwood Lodge High School. You are reading my personal thoughts and feelings about life. My life to be exact.
I was born in Atwater California in 1992 and when I was about the age of two or three, my parents got a divorce. so for about six years of my life, i didn't know my father or his side of the family. i lived in california for about nine years.
during those nine years, my life was everyone's nightmare. i lived with my mom, brother, and some of my mom's friends who weren't really nice in my opinion. my aunty becca was though. her twin sons, doug and chris, treated me as their little sister. i was the youngest in my family. but back to my life.
my mom married a man i knew was dangerous for the family. my new "dad" beat me at least five times a day and my brother ten times. he never laid a hand on my mom though. moving on.
i got sick and tired of the dirty huse too. my favorite red dress got ruined because i sat in dog poop that was on my bed. and i told my out of school counsler who told social services.they got me and my brother out of that black abyss of a home. well, me mainly; my brother went to live with my dad.
i was put in a foster home and that wasn't half bad. i lived there for a couple of months or so. during my stay there, i made some friends and kinda got into trouble. but i was a kid for once.
then i went to live with my childmolester of a dad. well back up for a second. i, willingly, went to live with my dad and his lady friend who was a mean old crotchety irish woman. and short too. sadly she soon became my stepmother. she also had friends. a married couple that were also old and all their kids were grown. the husband was the only mean one though. but let's get back to me.
my dad was tall and fat (beer belly to be exact). but that's beside the point, right? i lived with my dad for six years and he molested me during that time. i know, scary, right? but i didn't know till i was sixteen. i was already in high school! so i told my friend who told the school counsler who called cps. yet again, i was in a foaster home. and i was the only white chick this time. i know, not something to brag about.
but anyways, after living there for the rest of the school year, i came back to california to live with my aunt, of coirse. she is a very wise, smart woman and i hope i can be like her someday. she's a teacher even.