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So I wrote this for my creative writing class... Everything that lies inside is true...


Septenmber 28, 2006

Chapters of my life

"Mommy...? Daddy...? Why are you fighting again? Its late, and the sun is down, it must be past my bedtime. You still have not kissed me goodnight. Why can I hear pots and pans bainging, is daddy drunk again? Don't get mad mommy, he doesn't know any better. Your words they hurt my ears, but I really don't know what most of them mean. Grandpa, come save me. Please Grandpa, make my tears go away."

"Hey Dad" I mutter as I throw my backpack in the trunk of Betsy, the car, only wishing that i could stay home and hang out with some friends. I jump into the front seat, We arn't close anymore. Some words escape your lips but i don't pay attention. I just sit and watch the trees fly by my window. The sky is cloudy as if tears are going to escape from the clouds above. We pass a family of deer, it hurts to see them, a real family, one that depends on eachother for everything, so i rurn away quickly. "Dad there's a trip coming up, its to Washington, D.C." I say with a slight smile, my words soft, almost not audible over the cars engine. Your eyes stay plastered to the road. I know you herd me.. you let out a long, dawn out sigh. I nod, I knew what this ment and my gaze turns back outside. "I guess that meas i have to pay for another thing, not like you pay child support like the court demanded anyway" I snap.

"Whats a devorce?" My eyes fill with tears and they drip down onto my favorite dress. I knew what it ment... My mom kneels on the ground, talking to me, trying to explain the best she can.
"Mommy and Daddy are going to live in two different places. We're going to live with Grandma for a while" she looks so sad, and she's trying not to cry. "you'll be moving too, to a new school, it'll be a new beginning for all of us" At that moment everyhthing changed, my world crushed before me. My freinds, school, even my parents would be different. I ran ouside and went to my small garden, hidden in the woods, and cried for many hours.

We walk into the house and i slam the door behind me. Kimberly, one of three stepsisters, comes down and brushes past me, with out a single word. I think shes going out with her boyfriend for a while. I walk into the kitchen and get a glass of water, trying to ignore the smell of meat cooking on the stove beside me. Theresa, or better known as the wicked witch, and a few other unmentionable names, came in. I say a friendly hello, but she burshes past me also, ignoring me and my existence completely. I nod, again. This is so familiar to me. Just then the thing that brightens my mood no matter how bad rushes in.
"AUNTY JACKIE" Vanessa, my niece, cries out and hugs my legs, but being merely two, she doesn't get too far. She extends her arms, just yearing to be picked up. She reminds me of my lost childhood. She is consetntly smiling, her eyes lighten up minde. Her laugh, it just makes you smile at how much one can miss when they're not looking.

I walk down the three flights of stairs and begin to cook breakfast. Mom is still upstairs, or so I guess. She's learned daddy's bad habits. She probibly wont be up 'till lunch. I cook for my sister and me. We're running late today, as usual for tennis practice. My class, ages 8-9, just started a few minutes ago, but my ssiter for just 4-year-olds, has another thirty minutes or so. I finish cooking and we eat quickly, not even claning up the mess. I know that i'll get the punishment for that later, but it doesn't matter right now. We get our rackets and get on the bikes, hoping we can get there, and maybe I can hit the ball for just minutes. That night I end up cooking lunch and dinner.

I sit here now, writing this to you, not for sadness, guilt or empathy. I type this so maybe you might wait a second before you criticize me or give me a weird look, these are just chapters in my life.. and who I am today.