The only time when I do that is when my mother is gone; don’t want her to be here where she can hear me. But things do change when my mother is gone, all remembering how moments we spent with each other. And a lot of other things, happy moments, and my friends were there with me when I went through with my bad times. My mother is only 38 years old, born on October 16, 19 something can’t remember it. My oldest brother is Adrian Spotted Horse Jr. he’s going to be 18 this year, just forgotten his birthday, I think he forgotten mine too. I’m pretty sure he did, because we didn’t talk to each other for so long. Last year he was here with my father at his side, when I first seen them I gave them a hug never wanting to let go. Wishing they can let me go with them, but they can’t they would go to jail if they did take me. My mother would have been worried and pissed if she knew that I went with them, but she would blame my father and brother. My mother and father got divorced when I was three or four years old, my mom decided to take me. But my father wasn’t okay with it but he let her take me. Ever since I was with my mother things began to happen, a lot of awful …show more content…
I heard someone called my name, I looked around and it was her Zilika no one answered but at least I tried. But I knew I shouldn’t come over here, because her and her family is sleeping. What if I woke up someone? Just leave and act like you never came here tonight, okay just need to act. Now I’m at eagle butter school which is full of dramatic people, some are interesting and other are seem to classy. Eagle butte school is about fighting, rumors, bullying, gossiping, just a lot of that bull crap stuff, the only reason why I came here is because they say that eagle butte is too bad for me, I get in trouble too much. Also skipping class, and not doing anything. That’s why I went to summer school, skipping too much days, work, and skipping to much learning stuff. Which I can’t seem to learn anymore just thoughts are thoughts, because what I’ve done is done. My friends really think I was a boy when they see me the last time, they said that they didn’t even recognize me. Just by my hair they say, which I cut it to a emo boy’s hair style and dyed it black. My hair is covering my eyes, so no one I mean no one can’t see me which I am really glad