Ugh. There is a reason why I didn't put 'Happy Thanksgiving!' It was horrible. My umma made me do 20 questions of pie charts in math and yelled at me when I didn't understand my mathbook. Yes, I have my own mathbook. Yay. My umma buys me at least one each year according to the grade I am in. I have to finish it before my school term ends. If I don't, then she will make me do it in the summer. But News Flash: The grade in Singapore is like two grades up in Texas. I am in 6th grade,and she bought me a Singapore 6th grade mathbook. That is practically my 8th grade!!!!! And she yelled at me and threatened to beat the crap outta me if I didn't understand and I asked her to show me how to do it. An amazing mother, I know. I mean come on! I know that I am Asian, and I am pretty smart, but she just shoved it to me and said, "Xin Hui, finish this chapter before I finish doing what I am doing." I pouted and said that I didn't want to, and it's Thanksgiving, but did you know what she said? "You'd better do it, or do you want me to hit with the cane?" She pulled out the cane. Gah! I really despise her all the time.

And she said that while my stupid little brother was playing games on my freaking PC. In my room. Without doing anything. He has a mathbook, too. It's subtracting, adding decimal numbers that he is on. And he is in THE. 4TH. GRADE. AND. HE. IS. FREAKING. NINE. YEARS. OLD. I hate it when my mother acts like a -insert the b word here for female dog- otherwise known as a b*tch. She thinks that my little brother is an angel. Well guess wht? Behind her back, he's a real little devil. He sneaks games, and does bad things just to be bad or gain some attention. And my umma BLAMES IT ON ME!!!!!!!!!!!! 

How can a mother be so harsh to her child? Is this why that I am really strong for my age, LOL I am stronger than all the boys in the class, and they are pretty strong, because I endure all this? The hits, the blames, everything. This is why I act like a mother to my class. I don't want them to go through what I have gone through, or what pain I have experienced. I am now practically immune to pain because of all the beatings I've recieved from doing nothing and being accused.

I'm really sorry to rant about ths, but if you do read this... Well, you have another thing to be thankful for, right? And I mean all of this. I don't like to lie when I am writing. I never do. Oh, and if you really want a nice ending:

HAPPY THANKSGIVING.