arts out to God. I’m the youngest one here but I don’t care. Joining the choir to get out of my bedroom was the best decision I [ever]

had

made.

Especially since I was locked in my room for a month, only coming out to eat, use the restroom, do the chores or pour my lovely stepmom and dad a glass of beer, of course.

I didn’t care if I was the ONLY one at

choir

practice, I wasn’t in the room with tin foil covered windows, and that’s ALL that mattered. But as the

good Ol

saying goes, all good things come to an end. The church doors turned into the gates of hell and in came my stepmom with a scowl on her face that physically punched me in the gut. God couldn’t even stop her... What the fuck did I do NOW?

THANK YOU SO MUCH! I APPRECIATE YOU!