Child Abuse Story From Alex1
by Alex
I wish that it wouldn't happen. I wish that I didn't have to come home from school every day and have to go into my room a few hours later to either kick my trash can out of the way in my room to sit in the corner and cry for the longest time, or curl up into a ball on my bed and cry until my mother can actually try to break my door down to talk to me. Actually, I have many wishes, mainly most of them being to have a change in my life:
I'm too young to be worrying. I worry about my brother. I worry about school. I worry that my teacher may call CPS to tell them what I told him (I told him the whole story) and I worry about myself. And guess what, I'm in middle school. Darlene's comments to this "Child Abuse Story From Alex" can be found at Comments below this submission. Depending on system activity, there are sometimes delays in comments going live on my site; but rest assured, they do eventually appear. So if you don't yet see them, I hope you will return later to read what I, and possibly others, have written. I thank you for your patience and understanding. Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited, and could result in being banned from making further comments on this site.
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