Amish Girl: Raped By A Goat_(0)
The roster wakes me up and I’m quick to roll. Repositioning under the thin sheets, I toss them to the side, jump to my feet and drudge across my carpet flooring in nothing but a pair of white and a nightgown. I pull my blonde bangs from across my eyes and tie my hair in a ponytail, walk through the trail of thrown out clothes and trinkets on my bedroom floor where I head for my door and shut it. My door adorned with glitter, pink stars and more stickers spelling out my name “Carrie” in a cute way. Walking through the hallway of our house, I make it to the back door then walk into the laundry, get in my rubber boots and tromp out the door into the warm morning air. It’s still …