Everyone has fears even if they didn't know they had them. I never would have thought that this would happen to me but I was force to face my fears when my adopted father grab my buttt. I had to tell someone and thats what I was scared of what would happen? where would I go? would my sisters come with me? Well I told my friend about what happened and she reported it to the school and I got taken out of class by a police office and was in his office almost the whole day. He was asking me questions about if the report was true and I kept denying it because I knew if they found out that there would be cps and more cops involved and me and my sisters would have to go to a group home and I know thats not what my sisters want even though its what I want I just kept denying it. Then he asked me to look through my book bag for my purple notebook... I wrote what happen down in the notebook and other things that where happening down in the note book. So i said no I do not give you permission to look through my backbag. He says he has to look through it because its putting people in danger and I was like i don't have anything in my bookbag that would indanger anyone at school. H e said that im putting myself in danger so I let him look through it and he found it and well that was horriable... because now he knew everything. He had brought another officer in and they had tooken pictures of my note book and pictures of my neck where there was a hickeyy. And finally let me leave I started to have a panic attack because I couldn't go back to my house because everything was screwed up and so at the end of the day I didn't take my bus... This story is super long but I'm just gonna sum it up I didn't get put in a group home because all of the cps and cops think I blew it out of proportion. Now everyone in my house hates me :)
