I don’t know what it’s like to be grounded. I wish I did though. I hear my classmates complain to each other about how unfair their parents are for grounding them, not letting them have a cell phone, or just saying no to them. It seems so small. My parents dont say no. They don’t ground me, and they don’t take a tiny thing like an iPod away from me. They grab me, yell at my face until I’m a shaking mess, and then hit me all over. I remember one day going to class and being unable to concentrate from the pain my body […]
