Chapter 9: Freshmen with boy problems
645 Words
By the time I graduated from middle school, I was so ready for high school.
I was done with the bullying from these kids.
I was fed up with the abuse I got at home.
Every time I got dropped off at my house, a wave of depression or sadness came over me.
I was tired of not being wanted or loved!
I just wanted someone to love me.
For freshme year, I attended Ottawa Hills High School, HOME of the Bengal tigers.
I wasn’t alone.
Once again, my middle schools were here again.
I attended the same high school as my sister, Sarah.
The school was huge, and so was the cafeteria.
Once again, my parents ruined my social life by having me eat in the classroom once again.
I knew half the things I did was wrong and all, but they were going way too far with punishments.
My parents carry this high power where people don't argue with them.
Everything they say is right or has to be true.
I remember my first boy crush.
His name was Grant. He used to play hockey with my older brothers, Jeremiah and Jordan.
At first, they were called The Ice Hawks, with a black and white jersey, with a black hawk on it.
Then, they changed the name of Ice Hawks to The Grand Rapids Flames.
My brother Jeremiah was number 5 on that team.
He was super fast on the ice and made many goals.
While playing hockey, you wear a lot of equipment.
Every hockey equipment requires certain care.
Every part of your body will need to be covered, even your stuff for down there.
I didn't care about the game or the goals, I just loved being on that ice
at the end of the hockey season, there's a huge part at the end.
everyone gets their own participation trophies.
some get three or more, and I was okay with what I got.
I took pride in my trophies, no how many I got.
I played ice hockey for 9 years.
Mother didn't go to my games, but my adoptive dad and Grampa went.
Grammar knew how to make me smile.
He always shook my stick and said, "There some goals in there today, I can feel them inside there."
It always made my day to see him there at my hockey games.
I did everything to impress him.
Everyone in my family had this hatred towards Grant, and I didn't understand why.
I saw differently, a misunderstood kid, just wanted to be loved just like me.
It didn’t take long for the news to come to mom and dad when it did,
It was like an erupting ? volcano.
They went ballistic!
I didn't mean to cause chaos.
This was my first boy crush.
My mother ripped my favorite camouflage t shirt like paper.
One night, my father taught me a hard lesson, one I'll never forget.
He told me to hold a piece of paper with my nose.
he said every time I dropped it, he will punch me in the rib cage.
it was hot, I was sweating so of course I dropped it.
I pleaded him not to do it, but it was already to late.
The first blow was unbearable, I fell straight to the floor.
It felt like he took air put of me for a moment.
this happened a couple of times.
after I looked at my mother, she just sat there and continued playing on her iPad, pretending not to hear or see anything.
After they told us to go upstairs, I couldn't breathe after what he just did.
we had to lay on the floor, with no blankets or pillows.
I could feel they come upstairs.
The whole room shakes.
Sometimes, they would kick us just for, and no reason at all.
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