Thursday, December 10, 2009

Chapter 3

Why do I always be bad?I don't try to.I love mother i really do.I ran away from my aunts to be with mother and the family.Why doesn't she get that?After everything she does I love her.I wish I could have gotten those paint by numbers dad bought me for christmas.I always knew something was wrong with my mother but i never really knew what until she wanted me to lay on top of the stove.Am I really that bad?I try not to be.I wish I could be like Ron and Stan and go to cub scout meetings.She says that I'm a bad boy and that's why I cant move on to second grade...but i'm one of the smartest kids in my class.She thinks I have made her life a living hell but im sure she doesn't know how bad she has made my life.If she only knew how much I hurt physically and metally.

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