Most people just stare at me and laugh.. ((Boy needed.))

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    I was seated in a police car and was driven home. My body was frozen in fear as my mother glared at me. "Why did you jump off building!" she shouted in broken English. I shook my head, my dark, floppy hair falling into my brilliant green eyes.


    "I slip!" I explained.

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    I put on a different colored hoodie and I walked outside. I wasn't attempting to kill myself again, because that was the last time I was ever trying. I walked past what I thought was the Russian boys house, but I shrugged and just walked to the pound. I looked for a pet that had problems like me, and I saw the perfect little animal.

    My mother dragged me into the house and slapped me multiple times after she strapped me into a chair. I screamed loudly in pain.

    I decided to get a large dog, and I named him Buddy. When we first saw eachother, there was a spark between us, so I immdediatly had to get him. I hauled him over my shoulder, because he's alittle weak at the moment, and we both heard the screams of pain. I slowly walked towards the noise, and I peered through the window, and thats when I saw the boy.


    I struggled and squirmed in the chair, trying to get away, But my mother got a belt and slapped me with it repeatedly. "Help!" I shouted, my Russian accent thick and almost un-understandable.

    I panicked and ran to the front door. I did a male cop inpersonation. "Come out now! This is the police!" I banged on the door and ran back to the window.

    My mother ignored it and slapped me harder, and blood began to trickle down my bruised face.

    My eyes widened with shock, and I sent Buddy to the front door, and he barked loudly and he banged on the door with his large paws.

    That was when my mother ran to the door and opened it. I felt small tears fall from my eyes and my face was swollen, purple, and bleeding.

    "Come on!" I whispered to him. "If you want this to end, let me and Buddy help you."


    Buddy came running back to them.

    I climbed through the window and locked the door that we were in. I pulled my knife out and I cut the straps and I pulled his hand. "Come on!"

    I pulled him outside from the window, where Buddy was already waiting for us. "You've gotta get ready to limp really fast." I told him.

    I locked the window from the outside and I shut it, and I put his arm around my shoulder. "Go!" I carefully pulled him away from the house.

    My mother ran towards us, her face red and her hands made into tight fists. I limped as fast as I could while blood trickled down from my face to my clean white shirt.

    I looked at Buddy. "Stay here with him." Buddy sat down, and I put the boy next to him. I lashed out my own belt, and I grabbed a good enough wacking stick. "Welcome to America." I growled at his mother, and I stood infront of the boy, ready to protect him.

    I nodded and put my belt back on and I threw the stick beyond the fence. I kneeled near the boy and I stuck my hand out. "I'm Maggie."