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Essay: "Childhood"

My childhood was not always peaches and cream! I'm the youngest and my Step Dad always considered me the "runt." I was abused in all types of sick and evil ways. My Step Dad was a long haul trucker and there were nights my mom would drop my Step Dad off at the Truck Depot and pick up one of her "lovers!" She would come home and tell me to go to bed! My bedroom was right next to hers so I could hear them having sex! After they were done she'd shoot up black tat heroine. He would then come to my room and molest me over and over. When I'd tell my mom she would not believe what I was saying. If I started crying she would make me go outside and sleep with the dog. The dog whose name was BenJi became my best friend. He would even protect me from her lovers. One night BenJi was trying to protect me from a man who was beating me and the man shot BenJi, but BenJi survived after being rushed to the vet by my sister Tracy. After 4 major operations and minus 1 leg BenJi came home.

About this time in my life C.P.S. found out what was going on with me in the house. So, a caseworker and 2 police officers came and took me and BenJi because I refused to leave without BenJi. I was taken down to a temporary group-home until a foster home came open. While at this group home I became instant friends with a guy five years older than me. His name was Steven. Him, BenJi, and me would do almost everything together. Once an opening came open in a foster home I was taken away from Steven, I was so sad and blue I stopped eating period! I didn't want to go on no more! The only thing that kept me going was my dog BenJi! BenJi and I were like 1. Wherever I went he went, period! After about 2 months of me lining with this foster family I was placed into a public school. I had a male teacher who became a second Dad to me. Him and I spent a lot of time together. My foster parents even liked this man and we all went to different places. Well, about 7 months later while at the school this man broke all the trust I had for him. He set me up to where him and I were together by ourselves and molested me not once, not twice, but three times on three different occasions. I went home with one thing on my mind. That was to kill this man! When I got home I celled my "homeboy" and told him what happened and what I wanted to do. So my homeboy told me to let him call his uncle and set everything up. At about 10:30 pm my homeboy, his uncle picked me up and went to his uncle's house and discussed how it was to go down and his uncle gave me a 25 automatic handgun. Well, I ended his (my teacher's) life with 3 bullets and set him and house on fire (arson). The next day a detective and 5 cops were at the school asking all the kids questions. Well, my so-called homeboy told on me. He told everything for a lighter sentence. They came to my class and arrested me and took me to Juvenile. When I got there my foster parents were there. I told why I did it, but when I went on trial at 12-years-old I still got 25 years AGG!!! I have been in and out of jail, Texas Youth Commission from 12 --years-old to now (24-years-old) around 9 months, so this crime pretty much ended my childhood. I just wanted to share my story with you all. I had a pretty rough childhood. Well thank you for reading my story.

Jason Lane