Personal Narrative: Child Abuse

I didn’t want to have to leave my friends in Nashville and be forced to make new ones in Atlanta. I didn’t want to get used to another new house or another city. I just wanted to stay in the only place I could call home. As the day of my departure approached, I thought of running away, so I wouldn’t have to move and my dad could keep his job in Atlanta. Thankfully, I never went through with it. When the day finally arrived, I was everything but ready. My mom had picked my brother up from school early to help move boxes out of the house and into our car while the movers haled broken down beds, and other pieces of furniture into their industrial moving trucks. Once everything was packed into trucks, paper work was finished and dogs were loaded in the car, we began the long 4-hour trip to Atlanta as dusk made its way to the sky. The trip itself was a calm one, we managed to avoid any major accidents on the highway, and we were traveling around 8 o’clock so the traffic had died down. As we drove I couldn’t help but think back to the friends I left and what was to come

I had everything packed for a couple days now, because i was eager to leave. As i said my goodbyes me and my mother cried until it was time to leave because i might not see her again for a very long time. I said my goodbyes fast because otherwise i would get late. I knew i had to go but a part of me wanted to stay. I pulled myself together for the sake of having a better life.

After the phsycilogical abuse from my parents, my only goal was to graduate and nothing further until I befriended my sister's friend. I didn't really think much of him until I discovered his past. This person came from living with a physically abusive father to living on the streets to becoming this successful person standing right infront of me. This person has shown me that no matter what background or family you come from, you can always bring yourself up. Because of this person I've been able to become who I am

I fell asleep just in the middle of the hallway hoping that all of this was just a dream. I woke up feeling like i had been drinking all last night. I hated myself for killing an innocent cat. I went outside because i felt like i had to because i was so disgusted. I threw up all my insides so i went back inside to ask for treats to possibly to feel better about myself and this whole situation. I went over to the main room to beg to fill my empty stomach. The mom got up and fed me a decent amount of treats. This made me feel great for the time being totally forgetting about the cat and the whole fight. Once i ate them all i felt that sadness and sickness that was lurking in me still. I figure that the treats were a temporary cure for the disease

When she pushed the door of the shop open, the aroma of coffee beans started to circle around her. She finds her friend Emn sitting and waiting for an order. Immediately, she bursted into a river of tears.

My sister and I first came to America in 2009. Our parents stayed behind in South Korea, and we live with our uncle’s family. I could barely speak English, which greatly reduced my chance of making friends and getting good grades. I remember feeling terrible looking at a giant letter “D” on my English grade report. On top of that, there was monetary trouble between my parents and uncle, which led to his mistreatment of me and my sister. In that period of my life, I realized that in order to thrive in this environment, I must first learn to speak English, and I worked hard on it until I eventually was dreaming in English. Of course the process was hard and lengthy. During that time, I was greatly humbled whenever I received quiz scores back.

As I progressed in middle school, teachers noted how distant I was with my peers. They did not see a child was in need, but one who was not engaged in class. They saw me as the problem. The school, in its wisdom, decided in a more clinical fashion, “I did not play well with others”. They sent me to therapy to find out why I, in their view, was not interested in making friends with my classmates. As a child who did not understand the social skills of children, I was put into a place devoid of anyone my age.

Honestly my childhood did not go so well when i was little, I didn't have a precious childhood like some of these other kids had, Because when i was about 1 month old, my momma was on drugs and and she brought me to my grandma’s front porch and knocked on her door and told her here take her because i'm living in my car, and i can’t take care of her, all i had on was a onesie and some socks on, when it was winter, and so my grandmother took me, and i grew up with her every since.

We all waited for the bell to sound from each classroom precisely at 2:40pm. There was a wave of anticipation in the air. Everyone sat impatiently waiting for the afternoon announcements to be over. Once the dismissal bell would release us, there were kids escaping in each direction. Some kids would get on the bus, some would get in the car rider line, and others would walk or even bike home. Three tall crossing guards and the assistant principals would stand near each exit to make sure every child gets to their designated place.

Just ending first grade I was as happy as June bug. Grade school was not at all what I had pictured in my head. I would have much rather prefered arts and crafts which I had perfected during my kindergarten and preschool years. Unfortunately for me that was not so. No more show and tell or any of the things I used to enjoy such as ‘Fun Friday’ where all we did was play games. I was introduced to homework,

I am going to talk about my trouble . I was not outgoing when I was a child . I was not nice to strangers . I was unable to leave their but my mother was trying to make me outgoing person . She was taking me to park to play with children , but I was crying when approaching me one . Then i was entered school and my mother was to go with me in the first days . Then let me go alone

First of all I feel like the whole complete unit of child protective workers here was complacent. They didn't take the time to pay attention or observe the adopted boys. Or they simply didn't care what was happening to them in the home. No electricity for five months or no food in the refrigerator should have been a red flag, that these children weren't eating. I know these workers are extremely busy at times and can miss things, but not over the course of this time period. Sounds like to me, Vanessa and Raymond Jackson painted a picture of being the perfect family. After all, the pastor believed in them enough that he posted bond for them. Could it also be possible they were friends with some of the social workers or maybe someone higher

My last day with the kids felt strange. Not just because it was my last day, but because of some news I got the night before.

Abusive relationships happen to nearly 1.5 million high school students worldwide. I was one of those students. I have always been a “hopeless romantic”. I loved watching cute romance movies and imagining my prince coming for me one day. I never expected that when I thought I had found my prince; he would turn out to be a toad.

Right before I left I realized that I didn’t have anyone to go with. So I decided to