I’m free? Words I could never even imagine knowing the meaning of. For 8 years I felt like I was locked away in a prison. I was a slave inside my house. But what else would you expect I was a bad, bad person; I must have deserved it. What if mother finds out I told them? Oh no! This is bad so very bad. Now my teachers know the truth, the real truth about how mom treats me. But maybe this is good? I wish everyone knew the truth. I’m not a bad boy but if I was why can’t someone love me anyway?
David,
ReplyDeleteI never knew what was going on with you - I thought you were just some bad kid that was stinky. I was wrong. I'm sorry, David. I wish we could've been friends. I hope your new home is better. I'm sorry for being mean to you. :(
Your friend,
Johnny (I sat behind you in class)