Start pretty much. With the connections of the provincial high school Since the first day of school orientation to push kick your classmates. Then came the name of my sensation throughout the school.The centre teacher. Speaking from an ass you almost hit on several times, the first semester of study. It is the relatively poor geek. In the end both grades served the sick.But for my father.. I'm still a tidy child in his eyes. Because when I go home the evening
.Finish my homework I help you I with I don't close it. But small and grow ever since I can remember. I never hug I never indulge never show warmth to me. Maybe can hurt.Just think playing over the children. My father is a good time it was good until I got nervous when angry was terrible. The chapters will punish played a little tea almost vomit blood believe me. The rod can not help who is good up.But when I started to grow. He started away sometimes I am very lonely I'm, I don't know. I started away secretly look at her sister with envy, why do you hold attention. But we touch is rare.I started taking them defenseless with emotional bored, want friends. I want people to feel pestering. I want to be a point. The school is the only place like me release
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I began to show up with the Party of child abuse. There are often quarrel with schoolmate to master, but with less than หัวร้าง side is not broken on parents. When herpes simplex. M.2 about having a boyfriend is normal. But I'm no flirting with the fielders unruly and crazy like that, but at that time, I learn jumping pretty quickly, skipping class to mingling.The next day, let's eat a glass of beer sitting in a daze. His friends in the group I have both male and female. But that guy friends in group I did not have the habit of molesting or opportunistic could be seen ดิฉันเป็น Tom.Marijuana, and then I hemp with reason that it made me giddy. And forget about the dispute from the family go momentarily
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.But then one day at school while I was going to class. I have a problem with children the same class but in different classes. The mood I wasn't smoked too quite frustrating...Spots, then he headed the British club my membership. Have complaints about why I joined the club. I ill-humoured. Therefore, replied "what tough?"Here I am not talking back to its severe but smile cold left end fall evening. I in front of the classroom of spots that are on the second floor of the building.The building then kicked in the stomach. With bitumen in the face to many punch with emotion crazy hard. I hit จนป fall and break the closed down on the floor at the time, in a group of I have seen the event.That getting into fights in front of several ten people
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.But at that time, emotion crazy shitless I won't stop hand. Like around me it's dark. No one but me with spots, like in a trance. When the teacher came to again run separate me out.I go home. The bruise and books invite parents in the next day. I submitted a letter of invitation to Daddy Cool that you hit me many times but I don't sing, a word with the hurt and shin.
.But I come with the gaiety not be coerced. To govern room I saw men and women sit before my father generation. Guess it's father mother of Po"My son is a good student. Home help housework all never misbehaved." To this sentence I tears. So I told him. "Father please listen to the teacher him go." The teacher said to me about the behavior of skipping classes.At that time my father, clenching his teeth thought (shit I hit it this evening) after a long running, the teacher said that the parents of the Po out today. To call the damage indemnity, and medical expenses is the money 20.000) oh
.The parents said that if not paid to report to your daughter to the end. Now I to Bangor. Why sitting minister together and composed. But listen to the dialogue of the teacher and my dad! Claim it cruel.Because of my father's people in the market, people know a lot. I think in terms of words that the parents of kenaf. Constant knowledge that my dad is a so called almost semi extortion. Dad, I want to end it all, so sayI don't carry much cash. I'll go to the police station, a record that I have to pay bills. "After my father back. I went into the study of emotion is not with the fear of being beaten was afraid...
.The evening that day, I didn't want to walk home. Dad called me and walked slap me many times and drag it back, hit me with the injection hose water until after I touched. I am angry grabbed hose from my hand.Then he said, "what is the fuss hit, have you ever thought about and talk like they talk about? In addition to never listen now. There was a time when you tell you how you felt. " You slap me again until the blood to cover the mouth, and then walk away I'm your teeth.My room.
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