Rasheedah was hectic 14 years old high school student. Her family and relationship was pretty complicated; Her father was stepfather and she didn't know that he was her stepfather until she grown. Moreover, when she was growing up, still her mother had gotten pregnant again and again meaninglessly. Her parents's attention was another, there was no support for her. Her parents didn't abused her, but they didn't even raised her, either.
She still wanted to their attention, so she started to study hard and always got good score, but still they didn't care about her. In result, she wanted affection from someone desperately; She began forcusing on boys. After she got first boyfriend, she let him have sex. While this, she and her friends also started to run away from their home. They were being bad boy/girl, but still Rasheedah and parents didn't talk.
Her behavior spiraled downward. She begun to cut to go to bootcamp and school, then smoking and drinking, and having sex. However, she didn't care about pregnant because nobody taught her about birth control, she couldn't even ask to her mom, and some part of her wanted to get pregnant for her mom's attention, ironically.
One day, her period had stopped, and her mom asked her and took her to hospital. She got pregnant. However, her boyfriend wanted her to abortion. She felt sad, but she desided that she raised her baby.
What a sad story,so far. In this chapter, she said she wanted to die because she was so so lonely and nothing. I tought we need to educate about birth control or pregnancy to kids seriously, and parents have to give enough affection to their kids. I'll keep read this.
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Oh, what a sad story! I can't believe that there are parents out there who are so stupid or uncaring that they don't even pay attention to their kids. Sometimes I think people should have to get a license to have kids, like they do if they want to drive!
You still need to work on your summarizing skills -- this has much too much detail.
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