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Hi! I'm Arnita. I live in a small town in South Dakota. I enjoy playing basketball, writing, and hanging out with my friends. Some might say, I've had an awful life, but it hasn't been all bad. I've learned some lessons, and I'm ready to share my story up to this point of my life.
My Past
Jun 28, 2018 6 years ago“Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you're gonna get.” - Forrest Gump I've gotten a lot of chocolate in my life, some good flavors and some nasty ones. It all started in my first few years of life. I was living at my grandma and grandpa's house with my mom, dad, brother and sister. I thought life was good. I thought there was no bad in the world. My mom and dad got in a fight over my siblings and me. My mom won meaning she loaded us in the car and we left. She started by putting me in the car first, then my sister, then my brother. We drove for hours nonstop to Rapid City. This marked the changing of my life, which was no longer perfect. We moved in with my mom's boyfriend who was an alcoholic. Sometimes he would get drunk and beat my mom, then beat my siblings and me. I remember one time he got drunk and invited his drunk friends, and eventually they got in a huge fight. His friend broke my mom's boyfriend's nose. Then threatened to kill my mom. I remember his exact words “I will kill you or your kids. You choose.” She didn't choose she had her boyfriend kick them out. The next morning we had to scrub the porch to get all the blood off from where he broke his nose. The smell was awful. It smelled like someone had just died. It looked nasty too. When we were done we had blood on our hands. A few months later another fight occurred and cops were called. My siblings and I were taken away. They took us to a new home. They said we were in “foster care” now and we are now safe. We moved a lot. One of the homes we moved to was in Florida. We were definitely no longer safe. The lady was a single mom and all her kids were moved out. The first time we were alone with her she went crazy. She would not let us go to the bathroom unless she was watching. We weren't allowed to get up from bed to go to the bathroom because she threatened to shoot us. She wouldn't feed us unless she had family over. When I went there I was 93 lbs when I came back I was 55 lbs. Most of the time she would eat right in front of us and not give us any. Five months later, we were taken from there and she was charged for child abuse and neglect. Two years later I thought I found the perfect home. I was wrong. These people would tell me things like “I hate you” and “I hope you're leaving soon.” That is when I tried to run away. I got four miles away and then stopped because I never felt so alone in my life. I kept looking for the perfect home. It took a couple more tries but I finally found the one I was looking for. To this day I am as happy as one can be. I am 13 years old and now know life is truly like a box of chocolates. No matter the flavor you get, you can always find the sweetness if you try. Thank you for reading this!
