Well, I wasn’t at school on this day, but I spent all day talking to police from the Sherriff’s department trying to find a way to get out of my mom’s house w/outher being able to have me hauled off to jail. I went to Youth Service Bureau to see a counselor. The lady I talked to was Glenda Bullock. She was easy to talk to. I feel so trapped. There isn’t much I can do until March 26. That is the day I turn 18. That will be the best day. I am going to leave as soon as I can, and go to a friend’s house. Everyone keeps saying "Just hang on until March." They have no idea what I’m going through. It isn’t physical abuse, but more or less mental. I think that’s worse. Bruises can heal. Hurt feelings can’t. I don’t mean to sound pathetic and all, but I just have had enough stuff from my mom to last a lifetime. I talked to Big D and Mrs. Wesley today. They helped a lot. (Note in the margin from the teacher: I’ve enjoyed teaching you. I pray for you and admire your courage. You are a terrific young lady and I wish you luck!)