Kristen
I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down by the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to Показать my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might Переместить on to hitting my mom. или maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first день back at school.
Peter
My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I Любовь Janie so much she understands what its like to lose. Unlike all the other people “call me mom” “call me dad” “blah blah blah”. She shakes me lightly bringing me out of my thought “Pete?” she asks, “Yep?” I reply. We start talking about well nothing. That’s how we are we talk about everything, we’re really close. I’m scared though for when I get moved to a new family. My social worker thinks it will be nice for me to branch out and meet new people. It’s not my fault I went through a phase of depression…..is it?
Kristen
I wake up and realize I have school today. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. School is my escape. I pull out my Избранное розовый tee and smile at my appearance until I notice the bruises lining my inside arms. I quickly grab my other choice the light long sleeve that will hopefully cover my bruises all day. I try to smile but blues not really my color. So I breathe in deeply and decide to leave Главная at Главная and enjoy today. I sneak out of the house to avoid any slap marks on my face. Then I catch up with my Друзья at school and go about catching up.
Peter
I’m sitting at the lunch таблица when I see her…she’s one of those annoying rich kids the ones with the squeaky voices and everything. Who can get away with everything. My thoughts are interrupted as my few Друзья walk in and sit with me. I’m caught up on the latest gossip, it’s so sad how we gossip like girls. I try to focus on what they’re saying but I feel like I’m being stared at I turn around and the same stuck up rich girls are talking about my group I can make out a few words here and there like “trash” and “worthless” then a bunch of giggles I can feel the hurt but I won’t let it show. Then I see the one blonde girl look away from her Друзья as if she’s ashamed of the hurtful things they are saying. Hmmm maybe there is hope in all of us.
I felt powerless as Jim slapped me again. I looked up and the palm of his hand connected with my face again. I stood still until he was done and went down the hall to play perfect boyfriend to my mom. I sat down until the stinging eased then I got up and looked out the window down by the neighborhood pool everyone splashed and had a blast but I admit I was terrified to Показать my face. I don’t really know why, maybe I was scared of people calling social services, because if that happened then my stepdad Jim might Переместить on to hitting my mom. или maybe I’m scared….. either way I’m putting on a smile and wearing my best clothes tomorrow for my first день back at school.
Peter
My foster mom smiled at me encouragingly, it didn’t help though school was terrible, it always is. But either way I let her elp me pick out a new book bag plain as always and plain folders etc. I think it makes her feel better being a mom reliving it… I can’t imagine what she must have went through when she found out her only son and her husband where killed at a hold up at some local 7-11 maybe that’s why I Любовь Janie so much she understands what its like to lose. Unlike all the other people “call me mom” “call me dad” “blah blah blah”. She shakes me lightly bringing me out of my thought “Pete?” she asks, “Yep?” I reply. We start talking about well nothing. That’s how we are we talk about everything, we’re really close. I’m scared though for when I get moved to a new family. My social worker thinks it will be nice for me to branch out and meet new people. It’s not my fault I went through a phase of depression…..is it?
Kristen
I wake up and realize I have school today. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. School is my escape. I pull out my Избранное розовый tee and smile at my appearance until I notice the bruises lining my inside arms. I quickly grab my other choice the light long sleeve that will hopefully cover my bruises all day. I try to smile but blues not really my color. So I breathe in deeply and decide to leave Главная at Главная and enjoy today. I sneak out of the house to avoid any slap marks on my face. Then I catch up with my Друзья at school and go about catching up.
Peter
I’m sitting at the lunch таблица when I see her…she’s one of those annoying rich kids the ones with the squeaky voices and everything. Who can get away with everything. My thoughts are interrupted as my few Друзья walk in and sit with me. I’m caught up on the latest gossip, it’s so sad how we gossip like girls. I try to focus on what they’re saying but I feel like I’m being stared at I turn around and the same stuck up rich girls are talking about my group I can make out a few words here and there like “trash” and “worthless” then a bunch of giggles I can feel the hurt but I won’t let it show. Then I see the one blonde girl look away from her Друзья as if she’s ashamed of the hurtful things they are saying. Hmmm maybe there is hope in all of us.
isaac
I chanced a glance at you
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
Ты were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with Ты walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my сердце asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the Любовь that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of Любовь is rare
from across the crowded room
and that was when I noticed
Ты were looking at me too
we both know this shouldn't happen
its a road we've been down before
and the only way it ever ends
is with Ты walking out the door
so I wish someone would explain to me
why I'm still rooted in place
staring in the direction
of just another lonely face
my mind is screaming at me to run
while my сердце asks me to stay
for a moment I dont know what to do
and if its a price I'm willing to pay
we both know this is wrong
the Любовь that we share
but we also know that wont stop us
because to find this kind of Любовь is rare
Serena
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but Ты don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe Ты just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
Ты can dry up the tears Ты see, but Ты can never dry up the tears your сердце sheds. Because when Ты cry, your сердце gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
Kayla was raped in her own house.
What's more, her dad is reported to have committed suicide. Before he even heard that his own daughter needed him.
When I was little, I always had the blind faith in my mom. That she would always know which way to turn on the road. That if we got lost, everything would be fine.
That she would never desert me. Like Kayla's father has.
The girl is slumped against the wall, crying. You'd think that you'd eventually run out of tears, but Ты don't. It's just that, after a while, maybe Ты just don't have the strength to carry on any more.
Ты can dry up the tears Ты see, but Ты can never dry up the tears your сердце sheds. Because when Ты cry, your сердце gives up a little piece of itself that will always grieve. Always. I have every reason to know.
I put my hand on her shoulder, and she doesn't shake it off.
