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hannajensen07
#1 Posted : Monday, November 05, 2012 12:54:30 PM(UTC)
hannajensen07

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Joined: 11/5/2012(UTC)
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I was 8 years old. It was March 24th 1998. I am sitting in class when I am called down to the principles office. A million things are going through my mind as to why I was being called down to the office. Once inside the office I was directed to the principles office where I seen two poeple sitting there that I did not know, a man and a women. They were adults and I knew they did not work at my school. The copuple had asked me to sit down and then asked if I knew why I was there, of course I replied no. I dont get in trouble I did not know why I was there. the couple began to proceed to tell me that they were there with DCBS which means Social Services. "SOCIAL SERVICES?" I thought what could they possibly want with me? They began asking me questions such as how was my life at home, was there anything going on that was not suppose to be? Did I feel safe at home? and most importantly was anybody bothering me in any way that was inapproiate? I immediatley put my head down and did not want to look up, i put my handss together and started rubbing then because they were now sweaty.... All I could think of at the time was that I was not in trouble, some way somehow they have fopund out and I am the one in trouble, but I th ought that if I lied I could get out of it and it would all go away. I did not want my step brothers mad at me. I did not raise my head when they asked me again If any body was bothering me, I relpied no. The women that came sat beside of me and tok my hand and told me it weas ok, that it was not going to happen to me anymore if I just told her the truth and that I was nott he one in trouble. I slowly began to tell what my step brothers would do to me at night after everybody went to bed and ocassionally when I was left alone with them during the day. I had to describe in detail everything.... WIth tear filled eyes the horrible truth was revielved and the couple keep their promise and I did not go home that day I went to another county to live with a family who then on Aug 7th 2001 two days after my 12th birthday adopted me and I became a part of a real family. io no longer had to worry about being bothered and more. I got a seconf chance at life and i could be more happy than I am now. BigGrin BigGrin BigGrin BigGrin
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