Post # 2

Hi folks. Turns out I have one Follower, thank you to you, and five comments. That means a lot to me. Well, where did I leave off? Aw, screw it. I'll start from the beginning. Just bits and pieces:
*Seen my own mother smoke weeds (she's offered before and I've done it at the age of eight along with others who were involved).
*I've been physically beaten twice (step-dad once and mom's ex-bf once).
*Seen my own mother give the ex a friggin' blow job...yuck.
*At the age of four, I walked into my parents bedroom and found them having sex...ew.
Okay, back to what I do remember. Let's start off with the Eighth Grade. I was 13 and weighted around 200 lbs with a severe acne problem. Let me tell you how easy it was for me to find a chick...IT WASN'T!!! Anyways, tough year. I became physically abusive to my little brother. I cry myself to sleep these days when the thoughts of doing it to him comes back. Same with my little sister. I usually don't have a violent attitude to them these days, but that was horrible. I could have been thrown in jail for all the beating I thought I had the right to give them...but hey: I am a teenager, I know everything, right? I still have those moments at the age of 17. Back to the past, 8th grade, I had a girlfriend...Heavenly(yes that is her real name). Took her to see a movie and guess what? The next day she leaves me for a friggin bully. Go figure?! I threaten to stab the dude and a teacher overhears. Him and I are suspended for five days. During the same year, I broke my left pinky toe...by stubbing it on a PLASTIC fan. I also went to the hospital with Cellutitis and had to sleep with an IV in my arm. Got beat by my step-dad for breaking my room's door/mirror, almost breaking the dishwasher and washer, and beating my little brother. Not a fun experience.
A fun experience, and scarey, was my mother teaching my how to drive. It was just pulling out of the parking lot and driving into our driveway, a distance of 20 feet, but I just about wrecked about 3-4 different times. My mom was so scared, I laughed and almost wet myself with shock and laughter. Then, things took a change for the worst. A decision will be made that pretty much sums up why I am in Kansas and not in Utah or New Mexico anymore.
During the month of August of 2007, my step-dad got a deportation slip for the government because he over stayed his work visa. So my mom, being the great decision maker she is, decides to take us all down to Mexico. Nice, huh? Wrong, in three months I learned that I never want to go to the slums of Mexico again. The three apartments around us had the following neighbors: Mormons (not so bad since we were), Drug dealers (pretty shady people), and a Dysfunctional family (sound familiar?). Didn't understand a word they said either. Well, aside from all that, I asked my mom why I had to go and not stay with my dad. She told all of us she had Full Custody of us. Wrong...
I will continue later, it's getting late here: 9:14 pm. Night and thanks for reading!