"Don't let the fear of striking out keep you from playing the game.". That was the only thing i could think of telling myself as i walked into my new school so i wouldn't cry. i was gone, and everyone seemed like they were...happier, without me. My life WAS perfect. Wonderful house, great family and friends, i was getting good grades, i made cheer captian, my siblings and i were being sivle, my mom was happy with her new fionce josh, and another baby on the way. Our lifes were great until i was Skyping my friend Courtney from Texas, and josh started getting angry, he was about to hit my mom. My oldest brother Michael jumped inbetween them, grabbed his fist, and michael punched him with his other hand. Michael started beating the shit out of Josh. My mom started yelling at Josh and said, "Stop it now michael! go upstairs and help Ashley pack some of everyones clothes.". my brother obayed her and grabbed my wrist, looked me directly in the eyes and said, "You go help pack aslinn's, avayah's, and Campell's clothes. All of it. We are not coming back her."tears started falling down my face as i walked up the steps. Michael stopped at the top "wipe your tears, you're going to scare the girls."
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