I wanted it to stop.

The feeling of his hands on me

gave me chills.

All I could think of was to scream,

but it didnt come out. No sound, no

voice for my shrill.

Why couldnt anyone notice? Was it because

they trusted him to be a chaperone?

I tried talking but it just came out to

a whisper and couldnt hear it not even in my firm tone.

I know, for sure, I will remember that

every area he touched became cold

and pale as ice.

Fourteen years old,being physically sexually touched

on a Christian Fine Arts trip is not what I had planned

especially in this van.

Doing what someone else wouldve not done was

moving on.Doing what I can.

Moving on I did. 2 years later...16 years old I finally talked

to my parents...

He got justice for what he did.