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this is my english essay tell me what u guys think. about the writting not nessecarilly the story
Its sort of funny how things work out, you could be having the best time of your life and then something will happen to turn your amazing moment to tragedy. This has happened to me multiple times but the one time that stands out in my mind happened on October 11, 2002. Prior to the event I was at the movies with my few close friends and a new boyfriend, and to an eighth grader something like that was a huge deal. When my mom picked me up instead of the joyful chipper mother that dropped me off I was the recipient of a ominous depressed woman who was most defiantly not the woman who brought me into this world. Looking back I’ve noticed this, but in my conceded thirteen-year-old mind I didn’t think any differently of my mom’s extreme difference in moods. Through out the thirty-minute car ride home not a word had some between my mother and I. We finally pulled into our drive way, I hopped out of the car and ran into the house still excited about the events that had taken place less the an hour ago, I went into the living room where my two brothers Billy and Evan seemed to be ten times more interested in playing video games making eye contact with our mother, but they seemed to share the same mood as her. My mom walked into the room.
“Kids I have something to tell you.” She said with a hint of sadness in her voice
“I didn’t do it!” I shouted sarcastically as I do every time my mom calls my name.
“ No I’m serious, I have something to tell all of you.”
Damn I thought to myself and I sat down and began to take off my shoes as a reason to avoid eye contact with her.
“Your father is moving out at the end of the month…” she said desolately her voice trailing
“Me and Evan already knew” Bill said “Dad told us on the way home from the mall.”
Immediately I got up from my place on the couch and began to proceed upstairs my mom asked me what was the matter, but I just kept walking up stairs.
“ALEX” she hollered furiously “ What is your PROBLEM?”
“What do you think my problem is when did u decide dad was moving out and why the hell did you wait until NOW to tell us?” I screamed at my mother feeling the tears of frustration welling up in my eyes.
I couldn’t even wait for my mother’s response I ran upstairs as fast as I could and locked my bedroom door.
Two weeks later my dad asked Bill, Evan, and I to help him move. How could we say no to him after all he is our dad. So dad loaded his things into his pickup truck and we put the rest into the SUV and we drove into lower Newark by the University campus, after helping unload we started to drive home. I was riding in the passenger side of the expedition, Evan was riding in the back and Bill got the joy of driving us little cherubs home. As we were passing the University of Delaware lacrosse fields, Bill and I got into a very heated argument.
“ You know its all your fault that mom and dad are splitting up.” Bill said to me with an offensive tone
“ How is it my fault?” that was all I had to say to such a false accusation. I knew it wasn’t my fault, or at least I was pretty sure it wasn’t my fault.
He punched me and my face slammed against the glass on the passenger side door causing bruising on the right side of my face and the left 1/2 of my jaw. I started crying, so he threatened to push me out of the car while it was moving. What could I do but try and stop the tears for pouring down my face. When we got home all I wanted to do was leave. Of course Bill was still so mad he wouldn't let me go anywhere until he took all his rage out on me. He proceeded to hit me he pinned me to the wall with his lacrosse stick at my throat. Gasping for air I pushed him off of me I tried to run. He grabbed me and knocked me on to my mom’s bed I fought with him kicking and biting with every ounce of strength in me, but that only made him angrier. He grabbed the phone and beat me over the head with it. At this point I kicked him, I was so dizzy. I ran.. I didn't know where I was running. I didn't know where I was safe from him, so I ran to my friends house. my parents got mad at of course and me for “running away” Bill was not punished because he was right and I was wrong. Still today I wonder why nothing was done and I wonder why even though my parents have gotten back together that events such as this continued right up until my brother went to college. Was this not clearly abuse? I don't know. But now I am forever branded because it was my fault that mom and dad split up and no matter how hard I try things will never be the same between my family and I, but I think despite how things may be now eventually everything will turn out just fine.