“‘The enemy of my enemy is my friend.’ What a truthful saying. And sometimes, even further, that enemy of your enemy can become more. That’s what I see in the storybooks, anyway.”

     _— Double Down Under_

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Age 12

“They said no?” Miss Amy looked down at me sadly as I wrote harsh lines in my notebook to calm myself.

Hatred. That was what was flowing through me. My face did not show it, but my body hummed and shook with heat. Father was the Devil, that was the only way he could be so wretched and evil.

Normal? Of course I wasn’t “normal”.

I barked when happy, flapped my hands when distressed. People ran from me and called me retarded. I wasn’t oblivious; I just wanted to write, to show the world a little bit of my head.

I stopped writing with my pen, and twisted my head to the side to show Miss Amy I was looking at her.

“What is it, Tull?” She asked, something close to relief on her face.

I held the notebook to her and pointed to it.

I’m going to do it, it said, it not only said a parent signature, it also said a teacher could do it as well.

Sneaky would be the game I’d have to play.

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_(Heeey, my people. I missed ya’ll so much. Long story short, I got grounded. 💀 But, I started on my LIAST manuscript and got a bookshelf—finally! _👍🏾👍🏾_My hands have been itching to write, so I’m glad I’m back. I’ll finish this in a little while. I need to get back into the flow of this app. _

As always, love you all and thanks for reading! ❤️)