Hello. If you are reading my story, chances are you are in trouble, know some who is, or you have been there yourself. I ran away from home when I was 14 for the first time. I was gone for 2 weeks. When I came home, my mother asked me how my day at school was. (Oh yeah forgot a little bit of info. My mom is a crack head and my father, last we heard, was in the California State Corectional Facility). My mom was high at the time, but then again I can't remember a time when she wasn't high.
Well that's when I finally realized that my mom didn't care about me. She never even realized that I was gone for two whole weeks. I ran away again about 3 or 4 months after that just before my 15th b-day. This time I was staying with people who noticed if i was home 1/2 an hour late. i liked it.
Well, my mom didn't seem to want me to be happy, so she got a court order saying I had to live with her. She had a new boyfriend who liked to touch little girls. I'm not exactly little, so I fought back. I hurt the son of a b*tch, too. Just what he deserved. My mom tried to blame it on me, of course. Cops were called and they believed her story over mine. I was arrested and sent to lock up.
When I got out I ran away again. I left with this kid Steve. At first we were just friends but then we got closer. We went to Arizona (all the way from Massachusetts) to live with his older brother for a while. We both got jobs, and moved into a nice apartment. Steve was 18 so he could legally sign the lease. I went back to school and graduated with honors and I am know attending college. Shortly after I graduated high school, Steve and I got married. We have been happily married for 10 months. We were able to turn our lives around. I just hope that if someone out there is reading this and they're at the end of their rope this'll give them something to look forward to. Things can change for the better. THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (please comment and vote it will help other people)
