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I Believe, By: Hannah Haynes

CHAPTER 1 It's a Start.

All my life I've been past around to parent to parent uncle to auntie and grandma to grandapa no one wants to take care of me and love me like a real mom or dad. My mom shipped me to africa when I was 13. I didn't know anyone nor what to do.She didn't know how to take care of me.

At the dinner table she tied me to the chair and whipped me to eat faster. One day I came home from softball practice at age 12 she pulled my arm while clawing her nails into me, throo me to the hard wood floor and grabbed the cooking knife from the table and sliced my right leg open.I kicked her away with my left foot and limped out the door. Then I ran as fast as I could possibly run. I looked back to see if my mom folowed. I screamed in pain cause of all the blood dripping down my leg.

I found the nearest gas station, up the road one little gas station popped into place I ran faster I tripped. blood dripped from my face. when I got there I screamed half tears half pain . For then I wanted sleep .

CHAPTER 2 The Box.

The next morning I woke up in thrabing pain, I had eight more brusies and two more scars added to the collection. Next thing ,It was my stomack it was growling every second of the day.

I was starving , I had no idea what to do.So I went back to the house at about 7am.

My mom was past out on the couch, She had the biggest racoon eyes i'd ever seen, I was trying to guess what time she went to sleep.I tipped toed to the garage trying not to make a sound but, it did'nt help that every step I took threre was a creek and a crack.When I opened the garage door I went to look in the cabnit to see if there was food.Right then I started bursting out tears I just could'nt stop.lt was the box, the box that led me to my dad's heart.

CHAPTER 3 Please daddy, please.