Chapter 4 - NEW CITY, NEW LIFE (additonal info)

I was so excited to come to the United States. I know the trip was very long, but I don't even recall being tired because I was so excited. Ben and I talked the whole time of what life would be like. Everything was fascinating in the United States. I was excited to go to school, I got enrolled in middle school while Ben took his GED to get enrolled in college. People were just as fascinated with me as I was with the U.S. They did ask stupid questions though; like "do you guys live in trees?", "do you speak English?". Hello!!! My English was better than theirs to begin with. Anyways, I still enjoyed school. I aced all my classes and I made some friends. I always made 100's; it was too easy! People were always shocked by how I made the grades with ease.
Life at home was exciting as well. I tried hot dogs, corn bread, burgers, etc for the first time. Although after a while, I got over it. I loved my native dishes (still do) too much. After the excitement of the U.S wore off, I started getting annoyed with my parents. They won't let me have or go to sleepovers with friends. My friend's mom wanted to take us to the movies and they told her no. I did all my chores (which was a lot; I was practically the maid), made good grades, and was an overall good child, yet I didn't get rewarded at all. My mother just wanted me to go to school, go to church, and come home. I started to resent my parents.
I got enrolled in soccer, which turned out to be a great sport for me and I excelled in it.
High school came; I still got the same lousy treatment from my parents but I hung in there and bit my tongue. It wasn't until junior year of high school that I had enough. They wouldn't even let me get a job to buy clothes and they didn't give me money for clothes; so my friend and I would shoplift. The only job I was allowed to have was as a soccer referee for kids, and then finally, they let me get a job at our church's daycare. I envied Ben, he got to drive (they didn't let me drive or get my permit and I was 17!!!) and have some freedom. They were afraid that I would get pregnant....they watched too much television. Like keeping me locked up in the house was going to stop me if I really wanted to have sex. I wanted to join the dance team; I auditioned and got in and then they told me I couldn't do it because I would be too close to the football players, lol.
That summer after school, we went to London to visit my grandmother (from my dad's side) for the first time and our two aunts (also from our dad's side). London was ton's of fun! My grandma was loving as a grandma would be. She made a fuss over us and we liked it. They were Jehovah's witness but my older aunt wasn't very religious. She was cool. She had a daughter and she had a sugar daddy supporting them. She pulled me to the side one day and said: "you see what you have between your legs? You use that to get whatever you want from men". I took that message to heart. On our way back to the states, I decided to lose my virginity and boy did things take a different turn after that.
I slept with a classmate that I really liked, then after that the captain of the football team, and a few others in between. I even had sex in the boys locker room with the captain was; it was all exciting, and I made sure that I used condoms of course...things started to get fun. I snuck guys into our basement and fucked them in Benjamin's room, I was having a blast! Then I started lying about having soccer games (I was on the Varsity team because I was that good, lol) and I would hang out with me friends. My mother caught on to me and busted me one night. I wasn't even apologetic. I told them, if they would give me some freedom, I wouldn't have to sneak out. I mean they wouldn't even let me hang out with my girlfriends for goodness sake!!!
One day, my very good girlfriend from high school (the one I did all my shoplifting with) and I went to wal-mart. I shoplifted the stupidest stuff and of course, I get caught. I've shoplifted way more stuff in the past but this time my items came up to $12, are you kidding me??? I was mad at myself for that one. They arrested me and took me into custody/holding cell. The warden (lady) begged me to call my mother, but I wasn't going to; finally she wore me down (I guess I do have a heart) and I called my mother; who was hysterical. Apparently, they called the cops but they knew nothing about me or my friends (because they didn't care to meet them) to tell the cops to give them "leads'. I knew I shouldn't have called, lol. Now I had to deal with that. My step-dad of course starts acting "holier than thou" and threatens to leave me in jail...I could care less...I didn't even want to talk to them in the first place!
The next morning, the judge let me go free since it was my first offense, provided that I show up on my court date. I get out and my step-dad is waiting for me...ugh! He was the last person I wanted to see. I didn't say a word to him and he didn't to me. He took me home and he left the house. I called my girlfriend and packed up most of my stuff. I was running away....