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Personal Narrative: Forced Out Of My Home
A couple of years ago I got kicked out of my house. Homeless, I had literally no where to stay or anyone to turn to. I had never opened up to anyone about my home life situation. Due to my upbringing in a predominantly rich, christian neighborhood I didn’t feel like anyone would understand my abusive parents or try to help. When I got kicked out I was sure that was the end of the line for me.
My friend Teddi has always been a nosey girl, and although it is obnoxious at times, this time it saved my life. Knowing something was off about me that day she questioned me until I couldn’t hold back any longer. I explained how my mother kicked me out and how I had no where to stay. Teddi immediately welcomed me into her home.
I stayed at her house
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