Personal Narrative

I remember when I was a little girl and my Dad had just gotten remarried, my step-mom told me as we walked up to the entrance of Walmart she said that I could now call her ‘mom’.At the time I was six and I really didn’t understand what was going on and I went along with it being the people-pleaser I am. I just remember thinking this is wierd I already have a mom. I grew up hating my step-mother and ended up just calling her Mrs.Jenniffer. Mrs. Jenniffer has two daughters Ashley and Lexi. They were both mean to me, one time when I was 7 or 8 I don’t remember what I did probably just ‘had an attitude’ but Ashley said go to the corner, a common punishment, apparently my nose wasn't in the corner and she didn’t say anything she just sat on my head

I had skipped school that day to be there. The police officer was polite almost as if he knew what was going on. I was walking up the stairs and was reminded how hungry I was when I saw the vending machines. When I got the top of the stairs we went to those big wooden doors and opened on and walked into the courtroom. It wasn’t what I expected at all, I imagined a big open room with lots of national replicas, high ceilings, and a big place in the middle for people to make their

I thought it would be cool to listen on that case but whatever. I sat on the bench outside of the courtroom what seemed like forever, I stared at the clouds wondering why they were so sad. My mom and Dad went into the courtroom and I was left alone on that bench with my aunt on my dad’s side. Suddenly the court doors burst open and my granny started screaming that my mom didn’t love me and all she wanted was money. I knew that what she had said would never be true but I broke, gave up trying to be a people-pleaser. I felt something warm drizzle down my cheek. At that moment I gave up, my mom was on the verge of tears. I was feeling tears of my own for my granny acting like a two year old. Then I just stopped crying, I stopped and looked at my dad who kept asking me if i wanted to live with mom. The answer was yes but I could never tell him that. His wife, step-daughters, and even him were abusive not physically but emotionally. The bad thing is that my dad knows half the town, all the police officers and everyone thinks he's a stand-up guy but, in truth he was deceitful and manipulative. Guilt trips me every chance he gets and it’s hard because i’m to scared to say anything, so I just take it. I had been taking it. I was done. I never did get the courage to tell him, but he