I have a roof over my
head.I sat in a 6x7
ft room for three hours waiting for the cops to
come.
I go to a private
school.I sat
there, while half of my grade waited outside.
I visited Canada earlier
this year. I had to
call my dad 450 miles from home to tell him I was caught for
shoplifting.
I have friends that care about
me.I heard that when
the cops finally arrived, my classmates
applauded.
I have a boyfriend that
loves me.I had to call
my boyfriend at a rest stop on the way home to tell him I
wouldn't be able to see him or talk to him for the rest of the
summer. I have a family that provides for
me.I'm the
youngest of five; my oldest sibling is 24 and I was the first to
get arrested at 14. I've won swimming, art, and technology
awards.I might
not get accepted into the schools I want or the jobs I apply for
because I now have a criminal record. I went to three fun camps this
summer.I went to these
camps because my parents saw I was depressed. They didn't want
me home alone and to start cutting like I used
to. I am a happy person.I
regret my past fullheartedly and I can't think back too far
without crying hysterically. I accept that I'm
responsible, but... I feel like I'm hiding from the world.
I'm scared that if anyone from my high school found out about
this summer from someone I used to go to school with, that rumors
would spread... and I would feel alone again. I spent months alone
this summer... and it did things to my sanity. I don't want to
feel so alone ever again. But things aren't always what they seem...
