My life storie.
As a child, i remember coing to school, coming home to
a run down, beat up neighborhood, and walking about 2
blocks to my house. I would always pass by my friendly
neighbor, Mr.Wilson. He would offer me some cookies,
and a bit of milk. Some days, if I was in a good mood,
i would join him. Other days, i would go to school
and constantly get picked on. I would curse at my
fellow classmates and lie about doing so. I was always
in trouble, and i would always take the easy way out
of things, or atleast what i thought was the easy way.
My dad, who was always at work, and didnt really have
an impact on my life untill recently, would come home
and hear the latest about what i did at school that
day. He would sit me down, and we would talk. Yeah i
guess you could call it that, because some times he
would be in a good mood, and we would talk it out.
Other days her would yell. He would take out all the
stress of the day on me. Seeing as i was the problem
child, this was a constant thing. My sister was the
greatest child in the family. She was the perfect
straight A student. If she got a B, she would try to
hide her report card. This, of corse was a very
foolish idea, because in these days a B isnt that bad.
A couple years of this, and my dad met my step-mom.
Her name is Teresa. She also has an over-acheiving
daughter. Her name is Angelique. They eventually got
married and i grew to hate Angelique, and she hated me
too. Our parents knew this, and thought it would all
eventually pass. We would have our good moments, but
we would never really get along. She would tell our
parents about the littlest thing that didn’t even
matter, and they would make a big deal of it. They
never really said anything, but I knew I was the least
loved child in the family. So thats when i told my dad
i wanted to move out here with my mom, who moved here
4 years after the break up. He told me that i should
wait a year to see how i feal then, and i did, and
here i am today.
I used to vist them every summer, and one spring
break, my dad even came out here, and we went
snowboarding at Bachler, and we had a big conflict
there, but i wont go into that now.I would never have
anything to do down there during trhe summer, as it
was really hot, and we lived in the middle of no were.
Every year i would complain to my mom, and she
wouldn’t do anything. But last year, my step mom and i
got into a humoguse argument, and i was really angry
and holding it in, and she could see this, so she said
“You wanna fight me, you little bitch?!” I got really
upset, and ran outside and called my mom, and she said
she would call my dad, because she had already said
this to my acual sister, Natasha. My mom got pissed
off, and i got on the next plane out of there.
a run down, beat up neighborhood, and walking about 2
blocks to my house. I would always pass by my friendly
neighbor, Mr.Wilson. He would offer me some cookies,
and a bit of milk. Some days, if I was in a good mood,
i would join him. Other days, i would go to school
and constantly get picked on. I would curse at my
fellow classmates and lie about doing so. I was always
in trouble, and i would always take the easy way out
of things, or atleast what i thought was the easy way.
My dad, who was always at work, and didnt really have
an impact on my life untill recently, would come home
and hear the latest about what i did at school that
day. He would sit me down, and we would talk. Yeah i
guess you could call it that, because some times he
would be in a good mood, and we would talk it out.
Other days her would yell. He would take out all the
stress of the day on me. Seeing as i was the problem
child, this was a constant thing. My sister was the
greatest child in the family. She was the perfect
straight A student. If she got a B, she would try to
hide her report card. This, of corse was a very
foolish idea, because in these days a B isnt that bad.
A couple years of this, and my dad met my step-mom.
Her name is Teresa. She also has an over-acheiving
daughter. Her name is Angelique. They eventually got
married and i grew to hate Angelique, and she hated me
too. Our parents knew this, and thought it would all
eventually pass. We would have our good moments, but
we would never really get along. She would tell our
parents about the littlest thing that didn’t even
matter, and they would make a big deal of it. They
never really said anything, but I knew I was the least
loved child in the family. So thats when i told my dad
i wanted to move out here with my mom, who moved here
4 years after the break up. He told me that i should
wait a year to see how i feal then, and i did, and
here i am today.
I used to vist them every summer, and one spring
break, my dad even came out here, and we went
snowboarding at Bachler, and we had a big conflict
there, but i wont go into that now.I would never have
anything to do down there during trhe summer, as it
was really hot, and we lived in the middle of no were.
Every year i would complain to my mom, and she
wouldn’t do anything. But last year, my step mom and i
got into a humoguse argument, and i was really angry
and holding it in, and she could see this, so she said
“You wanna fight me, you little bitch?!” I got really
upset, and ran outside and called my mom, and she said
she would call my dad, because she had already said
this to my acual sister, Natasha. My mom got pissed
off, and i got on the next plane out of there.