"Repent! Repent!"
I stood clueless and irritated in the middle of a circle as Mom and her church freaks knelt around me in a circle, praying to God and commanding me at the same time.
What gave these arrogant bitches the idea that they somehow carried God's authority through their hypocrisy was anyone's guess.
All I knew was that I didn't like it.
I was never a problem child, in my opinion, but I was made out to be one.
I'm not quite sure where it started, but between the total negligence and lack of love from my parents, I was occasionally disturbed by Mom's passionate belief that there was something wrong with me somehow, which led to this kind of circus from time to time.
