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Date Posted: 17:50:31 08/10/10 Tue
Author: Helper
Subject: Educated Early

Some of you will think I'm crazy for this story but I also know for a fact some of you will completely agree and understand my story. When I was seven I was placed in a home for unwanted children. That's where I met reality. A group of older girls would bully the smaller ones. Usually I recieved three or four punches to my stomach while on the playground. This would force me to double over and clutch my belly while I was on my knees. When my arms were held behind my back I was in trouble. That's when I was punched hard many times in my belly. This happened so often I lost count of how many times. If you told the guard you were listed as a tattle tale and roughed up worse. Some guards just laughed about it and other guards ratted you out. Rats were punched breathless. Repeated hard punches by one of the bigger girls left whomever with a badly bruised and hurting belly. That happened to me many times. I would do what I could to help the other girls and I often paid for it. My arms were held firmly behind my back as my belly was punched unbelievably hard until I almost passed out. Underclothes was the dress code for this. This was more than your average roughing up. I tried helping other girls and probably shouldn't have. Some girls called me helper. Noone wanted to be a rat but yet some girls talked. From age nine to thirteen along with the normal punches and having my arms held I was interrogated I think eight different times. That's when I was sitting in a chair with my arms tied behind my back or my wrists secured high above my head and my toes barely touching the floor. It was painful having my arms and belly stretched so far. No clothes was the rule for this. As they asked me questions I was punched over and over in my belly and jabbed in my ... . The last time I was roughed up I was fifteen. Suddenly it stopped and at first I couldn't figure out why. Now I believe the other girls were released or sent elsewhere. I stayed until I was seventeen then turned loose on the streets. I now help runaways.

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