Almost one million underage kids are abused each year in the United States. I didn’t feel alone in the world, and I was still an average kid at school until one day. It was in sixth grade and My mother and I had gotten into a fight because I had “disrespected her”. To get straight to the point, she blacked my eye and I went to school the next day. My teachers asked my about it but I had no response to any of their questions. When I got home my mom took one look at me and dragged me into the bathroom and told me to start wearing makeup. My dad had no idea any of this was going on. Little violent scenes like this went on like this for years, I slowly began to shut down. When we moved to our new house things were even worse. The stress levels of both my parents increased as they were trying to finish a house while living in it.
I finally graduated into high school where I tried our for the Junior Varsity cheer leading squad, I failed to make it because my grades began to slip towards the end of my eighth grade year. I was devastated, but my older sister, who was a senior this year, encouraged me to try something new and join Colorguard.