As a little girl, my parents weren’t very financially supported and not only did they have me to take care of, they also had my two older brothers. We were living paycheck to paycheck and living with my parent’s drug addict friends. My parents soon got stuck on drugs and weren’t helping our lives as kids. We moved again to a gang area with lots of drivebys and shooting not to mention the drugs involved. When i was 8, my mom had my little sister, Angel. She was the most adorable thing; or so i thought. She was so loved by our neighbors that they offered to take care of her for a night. She stopped breathing and my neighbors called the paramedics. When they arrived, a social worker came along and talked to us kids. My sister was rushed to the ER while me and my brothers stayed with friends. The social worker found out my parents were doing drugs and gave them a second chance. Once we moved to Long beach, my sister was finally able to come home. We stayed in Long Beach for about 2 months. The social workers checked up with my parents and to no surprise, they were still doing drugs. They took me and my siblings to the foster services place. They found a place for me and my two older brothers to stay but my little sister had to go to a different foster home. The social worker got a hold of my moms parents, my grandparents, and we went to live with them in Oceanside. We were so glad to see my little sister already there.

Ever since we have lived here, my grandpa has always despised me and my older brother Jacob and didn’t really seem to despise my oldest brother Victor. Jacob put up with all my grandpas mental and sometimes physical abuse. My grandpa mostly physically abused me by throwing things at me, slamming my head against a wall, or dragging me by my hair. I finally told my social worker about the abuse and wrote a statement to the police dept. They gave him a second chance and he stopped. He still goes on with the mental abuse.

My grandparents adopted us 3 years later and changed Angels name from Angel Vasquez, like mine and my brothers last name, to Angel Britton, my grandparents last name. They have spoiled her ever since and still to this day. They treat her so much better than they treat us three older kids. They always take her to theme parks while they left us at home. They bought her everything she asked for and she rubs everything she gets in our faces.

Jacob got the worst of the abuse and he couldn’t take it anymore so he went away to a boarding school and my biological mom, who is sober now and is on the right track in her life, picks him up on the weekends. Before Jacob went to the new school, my mom would pick all of her four kids and take us to the beach or to go do something fun. Ever since Jacob went to the boarding school, I guess my mom forgot about her other kids.

I am now 14 and my grandpa is trying to get us three all out of here one by one. He’s got one down, two to go.

For Christmas I have always wanted an Ipod and they would never get it for me even though they get thousands of dollars for each of my siblings per month! Finally this year they were trying to secretly talk to my brother and ask him what I wanted for Christmas. The other day my teacher called home with a bad report and she told so many lies that weren’t true. My grandpa told her lies about my behavior at home and I was totally infuriated. I got up and walked to my room and thought it was a dream because I couldn’t believe all the things they were both saying about me. He came into my room and was yelling at me and I was yelling out LIAR! LIAR! I wouldn’t normally do that but I couldn’t handle it anymore! HE kept coming into my room and I told him to GET THE HELL OUT! Since I was hiding under my bunk bed, he reached under there and grabbed my foot and tried to pull me out. I kicked his hands off my foot and he walked out. I tried to explain my side of the story but he never wants to listen anything that I say. He told me I wasn’t going to get my ipod so I gave up on trying to be good this Christmas.

Ever since that incident, it seems like something crawled up his but and died. Today I came home and nobody was home, like usual because they were out “shopping” with my sister but I know that they are out having fun with her. When they came home, they came in through the door with their food from McDonalds. I hadn’t eaten anything all day so I thought they brought something for me and my brother Victor. They said we could make our own food. My sister was eating her burger today, not to mention pretty much rubbing it in our faces while we ate canned food. I was so craving that burger so I took it out of h
so I took it out of her hand and took a bite of it. Her, being grandpas little ANGEL, she told on me and my grandpa got so mad and created this huge argument.. Just this morning he was telling Victor about being selfish, wouldn’t you think he would teach Angel about being selfish? NO!!!!! She never shares with anything she gets. He would yell at me for five minutes and leave and then run out of things to say. He keeps coming back to yell at me more and he keeps reminding me about my ipod and how I am not getting one for Christmas. I am a good student in school; I don’t see why they treat me like this! I am sitting at the computer now having a break down with no one to talk to so I thought you guys were the only ones I could talk to. What should I do from here? I really need feedback on this.

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