Mr. B's students EZine

             The place I have never liked to go to was Boston, at my cousin’s house (my dad’s part of family). The reason why is because my cousin wrapped a belt around my neck. I was crying so hard but he wouldn’t let go. My aunt came back from work, I told my aunt about what happened and she just asked them if they did it. They lied and my aunt didn’t do anything about it. My aunt never cared about us. My “grandma” always hits me with a racket, not to be mean or anything but I think she’s not  even my grandma because I know my grandma wouldn’t do that.

             At that time my mom was in New York and my dad was in Puerto Rico and at that time, we didn’t know their phone number so we couldn’t tell them. I wanted to leave so badly. One time, they even woke us up at 12’o clock at midnight just to get our Ds. Every Saturday we would go somewhere really far. We would walk about 10 miles non-stop not even to get something to drink. They sometimes left us behind and we would get lost but thank-god my oldest brother had a phone. I was only 7 and my brother was 8 and my oldest brother was 10. I would never forget that summer because it was the worst summer of my life.