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Evette Lee McGinty (Her back-story)
I'm Evette Lee McGinty. I'm thirteen. I live in Ireland with my mum, dad, friend Megumi and her mum and dad. I was born March 7th 1997. I have light-dark brown hair, blue eyes, White skin, and a tired worn out expression.
When I was little I used to cry over stupid stuff like: spilt milk, wet floors, yelling, fighting, cussing, and just loud noises; always I got hit for crying. I got hit for eating when I wasn't supposed to. I got hit for back talking and arguing. My mum used to hit me when she was stressed or when things went wrong for her.
I can never remember a day when I was never hit or slapped or punched or spanked or kicked or yelled at. I never have been happy. I was forced by my mum to hide my scars and bruises. She would say "Hide 'em scars or I'll slap you harder then you've ever been slapped." I would do so.
My parents were smart. They only hit me when no one was looking, or no one was home. I try to go with Megumi when she leaves to go somewhere; I need to get away from time to time. I have been told by Megumi just to run away; I try that and mum finds me and just hits me harder every time I run.
By the time I reached third grade things got better. I made many friends. All would help me out by asking me for sleepovers or coming over for the night, So I wouldn't get hurt. They treated me kindly and I did the same. I was happy for a while.
Then mum turned on me and started home schooling me. So, when I got an answer wrong she'd hit me. When I didn't get an A+ I got hit; once when I failed math she broke my arm by hitting it too hard. I was doomed.
But when I was ten, I accidently grabbed a knife and threw it at my mum; it got in her skull and she was knocked out. She was Hospitalized for it. My father broke my arm over it, so I couldn't do it again.
So Now you know my story. I'm an abused Home school freak who tried to kill her own mum. Want to know more about me? Wanna read my story of almost killing my mother? Then Check out my new short story E.L.M Killer at ten. Coming soon.
I'm Evette Lee McGinty. I'm thirteen. I live in Ireland with my mum, dad, friend Megumi and her mum and dad. I was born March 7th 1997. I have light-dark brown hair, blue eyes, White skin, and a tired worn out expression.
When I was little I used to cry over stupid stuff like: spilt milk, wet floors, yelling, fighting, cussing, and just loud noises; always I got hit for crying. I got hit for eating when I wasn't supposed to. I got hit for back talking and arguing. My mum used to hit me when she was stressed or when things went wrong for her.
I can never remember a day when I was never hit or slapped or punched or spanked or kicked or yelled at. I never have been happy. I was forced by my mum to hide my scars and bruises. She would say "Hide 'em scars or I'll slap you harder then you've ever been slapped." I would do so.
My parents were smart. They only hit me when no one was looking, or no one was home. I try to go with Megumi when she leaves to go somewhere; I need to get away from time to time. I have been told by Megumi just to run away; I try that and mum finds me and just hits me harder every time I run.
By the time I reached third grade things got better. I made many friends. All would help me out by asking me for sleepovers or coming over for the night, So I wouldn't get hurt. They treated me kindly and I did the same. I was happy for a while.
Then mum turned on me and started home schooling me. So, when I got an answer wrong she'd hit me. When I didn't get an A+ I got hit; once when I failed math she broke my arm by hitting it too hard. I was doomed.
But when I was ten, I accidently grabbed a knife and threw it at my mum; it got in her skull and she was knocked out. She was Hospitalized for it. My father broke my arm over it, so I couldn't do it again.
So Now you know my story. I'm an abused Home school freak who tried to kill her own mum. Want to know more about me? Wanna read my story of almost killing my mother? Then Check out my new short story E.L.M Killer at ten. Coming soon.
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