Count down to JA

Now i know you are wondering how exactly did hell break loose? well let me tell you. one day at school i got into an argument with a girl over some shoes that i was wearing. i made it through the day, patiently waiting for the 3 o clock bell. i rushed outside, grabbed the girl by her hair and started beating the crap out of her, this is the one and only fight that i would get into during my whole school career. teachers eventually came out and pulled us apart, the girl, Ashley( that was her name) was bleeding from a blow on her head that i gave her with my shoe.  because it was after school and off school grounds, there was nothing that the school could really do, but my teacher took it upon her self to call my dad and told him what i had down. i took my time walking home from school that day because i know what i was in store for. when i finally reached home my father looked at me shook his head and told me that my mother would deal with me when she got home. my dad then proceeded to give me a twenty dollar bill to go to the Golden Crust bakery on Church Ave and buy some bread. All the way to the store " you mother will deal with you when she gets home" kept echoing in my head. as i passed the train station, something with in me broke and i decided that i was tired of the beatings, so i hopped on a train, with no idea where i was going.  i rode the train all the way to the last stop, till this day i have no clue as to where i was. i walked around for hours until i found a McDonald where i ordered a burger and a shake and took a corner table way in the back of the store. i stayed in the McDonald until it started to close then i was back on the streets. i walked and walked until i was tired and took a seat on the sidewalk.  eventually people started looking at me because i was well dressed, which met that i wasn't homeless so i must have been lost. after a while the cops came and asked me if i was lost, i immediately  started crying and admitted that i was in fact lost. however i did not tell them that i had ran away from home, for i was in such fear as to the kind of beating i would get if i should go home. instead i told them that i was kidnapped, i wove a fantastic tale which ended with me being dropped off on the street side. the cops took me to a children"s hospital where i would stay for about three weeks( it was the best three weeks of my life at that time) . while i was at the hospital, my parents were contacted and they were investigated because of course the cops knew i ran away and they wanted to know what would have made me want to run away from home. i was released from the hospital back to my parents but i didn't know that a deal was made between them and child protective services. the deal was either send her back to Jamaica or if another incident happened, then they would have to come in and take me away. my parents chose to send me back to Jamaica...and that decision would forever scar me.