Leave me alone.” “I’m not leaving until you talk to me.” I arrive at my door and proceed into my room and turn around to face my mother. “What do you want to talk about? You’re the worst parent and holding me hostage in my own house. I wish I had different parents.” I slam my door in her face and chuck my backpack against the wall. I then text all my friends about my situation and they all agree with me.
After walking back from watching a movie with my friends a group of troublemakers had approached us asking “where are you from?” stunned by the question I had turned to my friends no even fazed walking the group of thief’s. I shortly followed them pushing past the group and after we had walked past them my friends started to make fun of me for putting my hands up. But in that situation if my friends were to speak up or if I made a comment they didn’t like they could have pulled out a gun and ended us right there, I wasn’t complacent with what they were doing but in that case, silence was the best
I snapped and complained about how tired I was and asked if she could do without one today. I told her I would bring her get one the next day. As usual, she did not argue and simply said yes, but my mom made me go get her one. She asked for such a simple thing, and I was too selfish to worry about her. I always took her for granted and also said I would do things the next day because I just did not want to worry about it that day.
Before he left for military school, he told me to never give up even if life is so hard. Every Time I am going through something hard I think about what he said to me. Are you ready to go to school” Nancy said. “There is the people I want you to meet they are so nice and they helped me when I first came
After talking for a while my mom got off the phone and started talking to me, I remember one distinct thing she said to me. She said that she wished my grandparents were alive and that if they were alive we would not go back. I questioned what she meant, but then it came to me. She did not want to go back to our home and have to deal with my dad. My mom did not want to listen to my dad anymore, she was tired of him and want to be some where he was not.
I went to the extent of writing a good bye note, many times, but I always stopped myself, believing and on some level knowing that I had to fight and that I had to live at least for my mom, because she does for me. I’ve stopped thinking about ending my life and suddenly my father appeared in my life, he was always somewhere there, but never actually there for
The barracks was three floors high full of people but at this hour the silence had a certain eeriness to it. Like you could hear your own heart beat My foot steps echoed like if I was in some sort of catacomb. As I made my way upstairs, I began to hear sobbing. I shook my head in disappointment "this should be fun" I said to myself. I reached the third floor an I made my way down the hallway the sobbing sounded like it was coming from the laundry room.
We arrived to an unknown town at a random house that I did not recognize. For some odd reason my parents wanted us to get out, so we did. We started walking up the concrete driveway. Jake and I dragged our feet and walking slowly as we headed for the backyard. With confused looks on our faces, we headed to the backyard.
Well my mom and my father started arguing and my mom started crying which is probably the biggest thing that could get me from being okay to totally anger and upset within a second. I started yelling at my father, which I have never done before in my whole life, telling him that it is not my mom’s fault she had nothing to do with it. He obviously did not like the fact I yelled at him so we started arguing. I finally then had enough after we argued for so long and told him how I have actually been feeling. Basically that he is never around anymore to begin with that if anything happens he should not even care nor get involved because it just causes more problems.