My Story

I was quite a happy kid till I turned 7. When I was 7 I met this awesome guy at the army camp which me and my class visited so the soldiers could have a “play day” with us. I instantly got attached to Rodney, gave me piggy back rides! Really fun. Then I left and never met him again. I was sad for days and days. Then when I had turned just about 10 I went with my grandparents to Norway, SkjÃ¥k. I love it there! They brought along their dog Sissi and my dog Stefie. Sissi has been around all my life, ever since I was born! She was two years older than me. I got Stefie when I was 4. Sissi is a German Shepherd and Stefie is a Beagle. Stefie had to move in with my grandparents since my school days got longer and mom had to go to work for longer. Sissi was sick when we went but my grandparents didnt tell me. Three days before I was going to go back home Sissi refused to eat. Stefie didn’t seem to happy and didnt eat if Sissi didn’t eat. So I picked up Sissi’s food in my hands and fed her like that. She wouldn’t eat otherwise… Then I left and went back home. One day after I had returned my grandpa called me and told me Sissi was dead. That’s when the world came tumbling down around me. I didn’t eat for weeks, was force fed by my mom, cried when ever I was awake and woke up from nightmares when I slept. Stefie didn’t seem to fare much better, she walked around, head hanging low. But the worst part was that… I had left Sissi, telling her I’d see her next time I came. I turned my back on her when she needed me most. Eventually I pulled myself back together.

In Dutch school I was one of the popular kids. But I was the Tom-boy. The “rough girl”. I played football etc. but when we were in ninth grade my best friend turned on me and started calling me horrible names, animal killed, animal molester, snow monkey, fake. she got the whole class to turn on me. Her name was Eline. That’s when mom moved me to a different school since I came home with bleeding noses, black eyes, bruises, bite marks, hair uneven cause it was pulled out. *sigh* it was horrible.

At the English school it wasn’t much better. The teachers thought my English wasnt good and that’s why I didn’t speak but the truth was that I thought if I spoke everyone would find me a freak and know everything that happened last time. But because I didn’t speak they thought I was a freak. I was tutored in speaking English and writing it too which I was stunning at cause of moms many boyfriends. I didn’t get any real friends except the teacher who liked to toy around with my hair. I didn’t go looking for friends either, I was afraid they’d turn out like the ones at the Dutch school, so I kept my distance from them all

At the higher English school I didn’t have any friends for a full year and got easily lost. Second year I made a friend who has been through some of the same things as me. I talked with her and we became best friends. But we were bullied by the same person now too. She was called Rose, she prodded us and called us names… It wasnt nice.

Ontop of all of this, my mom threw me against the wall for being on my laptop. she kept me away from my family for several years including my dad. Its a bit better now but she is still quite controlling And gives me a hard time.

this is as far as I can write for now. It’s hurting too much to get into much detail… But Sissi is the reason mostly, I feel so guilty, that I want to go up and join her.