Forgotten

When I was a freshman in high school, one of the classes I was required to take was drama.  My mother was way too self-involved in her cocaine-high state that I was never able to be involved in any after school activities , however I was required to work at least one play for my class grade.  Since, I was no actress, I volunteered to work the concession stand for my activity.

There were two entrances to the school.  I was always picked up and dropped off at the side entrance, as I was on this particular night.  I worked the concession stand, the play was a huge hit, and all was well, until it was time to leave.

As the side entrance was the only one that my mother had ever dropped me off at, when I didn’t ride the bus as usual, I told her to pick me up at around 10 pm at the side entrance.


This is an on-going story of my life and some of the childhood traumas and adversities that I faced. If you would like to start at the beginning of my tale, please read http://gabigrace.net/four-year-old-and-mother-survives-bludgeoning-by-river-rock/, or go to the Childhood Traumas category and start at the bottom.


Once the play was over, I walked over to the side entrance, which was completely dark.  The only lights that were lit were the front entrance lights, but as I had told her that she was to pick me up at the side entrance, I waited there alone.  A 14-year old waiting by a completely darkened side of a high school, that was right next to the projects.  

I waited there for a long time, probably around an hour, and no one ever showed up…

When my drama teacher had cleared and locked the building, she apparently saw me sitting on this darkened side of the building alone, and came over.  She asked me why I was there, and I told her that I was waiting for my mother to pick me up.  She said, but you were finished an hour ago, come let me take you home.

I was humiliated and scared.  I knew my mother would be furious if she came to get me and I was not where I was supposed to be, so I told her that I would just wait, that my mom would probably be there any time, but the teacher kept insisting that she could not leave me there alone.

So my precious teacher drove me all the way home (which was not close by).  I walked in to my home when I arrived to a party atmosphere and saw my mom sitting there laughing and partying with her friends.  I said Mom why didn’t you pick me up from my drama class?

She said I came to the front door, and I didn’t see you so I came home.

Talk about feeling insignificant…she wasn’t concerned that she didn’t find me, she had partying to do, so she just went home.


What kind of parent does that?  I cannot imagine going to pick up my child, not seeing her, then just saying oh well, and going home.  Can you think of all the bad things that COULD have happened in that neighborhood?  I could have sat there all night!

There were no cell phones then, my house was WAY to far to have walked home, but she didn’t care…She didn’t care quite often…

Luckily the Lord was looking out for me and sent a very special teacher to take care of me…


Please read the next phase of my story at http://www.gabigrace.net/trailer-life/

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    1. Thank you for commenting. These experiences all had lasting effects, but I guess they made me who I am today, what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger =)

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