My name is Bianca Smith. A 17 year-single mother
of a boy that is 1 year old and 5 months and currently 25 weeks
along in my pregnancy.
Well my tough times all started in my life
when I moved to Framingham, MA. I started living there back in
2001- 2003. My mother had
sent me to live with my grandmother because of my behavior
at home. When I thought truthfully I wasn't bad at all.
But anyways, I started living out here in Framingham
and decided to go to Fuller Middle School, which I had to start
in the
8th grade because I had stayed back once. But it was OK,
I had to
do what I had to do. So I started school and I thought that
everything was going to go good. For one reason I didn't
know anyone there
and the teachers were all so nice.
I started doing well in the beginning until
I found the wrong crowd to be around. My grades started dropping,
I started
skipping classes, I was misbehaving but hey! I just wanted
to be a part
of the cool crew. But I thought to myself I need to settle
down some. So I stopped hanging around so much and started
trying
to do well before I had to stay back again. I had succeeded
the rest of the year I was so happy.
Well, now I go to Framingham High School and
I got all girls hating on me the first day when I started. So
now I am
thinking to myself yea! I am not going to be getting along
with much
people here. They all start talking about how I always
dressing nice,
my hair is always done, etc. Once they started talking,
everyone started talking. But I had some "friends." But
you know what I didn't care I went to school acting like
I didn't
care anymore. I just paid attention to school. I was doing
really well there.
So my aunt asked me "Hey would you like to go to Keefe Tech?" I
said “Sure" and so I transferred. Keefe Tech turned
out to be good for a few months. Anyways I got along with everyone
there. I hung around people that lived in my area. It was good
for a while, I knew this kid by the name of Dashawn Newton. I
hung around with him and his sisters for a while I also knew
his older brother Tearo Newton. A year went by in that school
and Dashawn other brother came home. Him and I started going
out and I was always at his house visiting him and just hanging
out. Until I found out I was pregnant. I was about 4.5 months
when I found out. I had my baby on August 27th 2004. My baby’s
father came to the hospital calling me names and saying
I was a punk for staying in the hospital for so long and
all of this
stuff. I was in so much pain that I couldn't even use the
bathroom and I had to call my mother to come help me, which
is really
sad. Ever since then him and I have not been together.
Well now it is 2006 and I am currently pregnant
and still struggling. Why me?
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