Bye Daniel, Hello A.R.E.

My new school, as I would come to know it, was a few things. There were seemingly more female than male students. The teachers were extremely overqualified and I’m sure they knew it. The acedemic structure was “go with the flow” than it was scheduled, more less.  All in all, it was my new school….

First Mistake Pt. 2

I wasn’t excited anymore. Not about being back. My family excited me when I got to spend time with them. My god sister Niki would come over when my sister and the kids came to visit; I loved seeing them together. We all grew up as one big family and it was always good to…

First Mistake

It seemed as though the couple months I had left in the 10th grade came and went, after my running away. My mother drove down from Washington, D.C. to get me and I literally left behind the good, the bad, and the ugly that I had grown to know in Clemson, S.C. I remember hugging…

Things Get Better, Just Not Quite Yet

Just a year after my 8-year-old self was (I loathe using the word) molested, I was relocated to South Carolina to live with my grandmother and great-grandmother. I was 9 years old when I realized my mom couldn’t take care of me anymore. I was torn between “can’t” and “didn’t want to”. It was a…