My name is Elizabeth Kate Fuchs. A lot of kids make fun of my name. My father carries the last name of my German ancestors. Fuchs translates to Fox, just so you know.
We live in a small town, not the best in the area, but we get by. It's a nice house, small, but it looks cozy. It's not really, but it's supposed to be. We used to live in a bad town, but we moved when I was around three.
I'm a little older than that, now.
I'm smarter than the other kids in my class. I stick out, thick glasses that look funny on my face. My mom and dad have them too.
When I come home, I usually go to my room. I read, and the only time I come out is when Mom wants me to fix her a drink. Or Dad. He thinks he's funny when he fixes dinner. I don't eat meat, not here. He likes to hunt, and come back with squirrel, rabbit, or deer, and tell me it's hamburger.
One time, he shot a duck, and brought it home because it wasn't dead. I talked to it, cleaned it, and fed it. It stayed in the tub,for three days. I loved that duck.
In three days, it died.
I'm not focusing.
I'm telling you this, because I had something happen to me.
I was molested.