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my broken life
Chances are your reading this because your wondering how my life is broken. It all started when i was a baby. My mom entered the navy, and married my father who is a fresh immigrant from Wales. My grandparents came and got me from my mom who was in Portsmouth, VA at the time. They took me back to Nashville, TN where I was raised by them while my sister was being raised by my mom in Jacksonville, Florida a year later after she had divorced my father. Years later my mom came home. When I turned five my grandparents sent me off to school. I was now going to a school called Cora Howe elementary. Everyday I woke up at 6:00am to get dressed,and eat breakfast then head off to school. When I got home in the evening i did my work, helped my grandmother in anyway that I could, took a bath, and went to sleep. On the weekends i would help in the garden, play and smile with the neighbors, and just be happy. When my mom showed up...things changed. People started picking on me all because I was a navy brat. They thought that I would be tough.Back then I wasn't...I was probably one of the nicest people who you could have met. I met my first friend in kindergarten. His name was John. He was my next door neighbor. We were companions right up until the second grade. Then I witnessed my first death. His father had brutally murdered his son, and family. Then he committed suicide. I was so depressed that I didn't even go to his funeral. However, I did go and visit his grave, and cry for a while. After that happened I met this kid named Martez Parham. He would go and beat me, and steal from me. Also, he got me into trouble all the time. I was blamed for everything. on my first day of middle school I just entered the house. When I did my mom through my hairbrush at me. She started yelling at me over something. I was so scared that I slid down the wall under my grandmothers painting of the last supper. I tried crawling off towards my mom but my mom grabbed me, and gave me a black eye. my grandfather seen the injury, and he was pissed. they started going at it , and slicked off to my room, and didn't leave it till late that evening. When I did my grandmother was sitting at the dining room table waiting for me. She took care of my injury, and gave me something to eat.My middle school was called Bailey Middle School. later in my first year of middle school I was being bribed by a African American girl named diamond. She was blackmailing me because she now knew that I was living a bad life thanks to my mom. I ended up stealing just to get her to leave me alone. Even know I regret it. Then night I stole the last amount was when I got caught by my grandmother. I felt so bad about it that I tried to make it up to her ever since. Then I met my friend Christina around Christmas. She gave me a Christmas present that made me want to cry. I was so poor during this time that all I could really do was give a person a Christmas card with a sucker, and say marry Christmas. My teacher got mad over this, and the student was mad about it also. Then the teacher realized that i was poor, and left me sitting in the back of the classroom all alone. Christina didn't like this, and sat with me. At the end of the school year she moved. When she did she gave me a book called come next spring. Even to this day I still read it. During the next year I met Tomminichia Shelton. She was a really sweet African American girl.She wasn't like all the others that I had met. She didn't complain about the Caucasians. If anything I was probably the only one that accepted her as a friend. During the evening I was after school dealing with tutoring. Before we left on out first trip to Chattanooga together I met this one teacher in particular. He was a child molester in my opinion. He wouldn't leave me alone, and I tried like all hell to stay away from him, and to avoid him. When I went to Chattanooga I saw Ruby falls, The incline, and Rock city. I felt at home In the cave where Ruby falls was, and also I liked Rock City. The incline was educational and told you about the history of the area. A year later my mom dragged me to a town called Smyrna. I started going to Smyrna Middle school midway through my Seventh grade year. I hated the school, and the teachers hated me just as much. The only teachers that didn't hate me were Mr. Seadorf, and Mr. Gannon. When I entered into the ninth grade I started to struggle in school. All this time I was now alone. Up until the tenth grade. I met a lot of people then. unfortunately we didn't end our meting on a steady footing. when I hit the 11th grade I was still a little depressed, but my best friend kept me happy. My broken home all started in May, but just to let you know...everyday I was in trouble for something that I never did. In my I was out with my friend at an anime convention. Around this time I started dating one person, and I am still with him to this day. On may of 2010 a devastating flood hit Tennessee. I had to leave the anime convention, and help my friends parents save what was in their shop. When they tried getting me home Old Nashville highway was flooded over, and the streets to my home were covered with the water from the river that was behind my home. I did manage to get home though, and stay in my bed room for the rest of the day. Later my uncle Scotty called, and I found out that grandparents home in Pegram got flooded, but they were safe now since he got them. My grandparents came to stay with my mom, my sister, and I. I allowed my grandparents to use my room. After my grandparents left in June to go back home my mom was pissed off at them because they wanted to go back. She she started taking it out on me, and treating me like s**t. She wants to leave, and go to France, and never return. That is fine by me as long as I never see her, or hear from her again. I got accepted into a college of my dreams called ITT Technical institute, and I never got a congratulations from her. My grandparents are proud of me though.I suppose that I'm the daughter that my grandparents have always wanted, but got through my mom. yet, i am also the daughter of a lady who needs to see a psychiatrist before she becomes psycho and kills me. Now in my miserable life I cry every night. I'm never encouraged to anything from my mom. All my life I tried to make her happy and never could. I guess my Grandparents are my parents now. I've been abandoned by bother my mother and my father. Its a sad life isn't it. A life of near poverty, and not being appreciated by your own mom. If it were not for my grandparents I would not have seen a zoo, seen an aquarium, seen pigeon forge or Gatlinburg. I have been all over Tennessee and seen Kentucky. At home in Smyrna I feel so Lonely, but at my grandparents home in pegram I feel so happy, and relaxed. I own so many books, but so little happiness in pegram. However, In my opinion you are closest to who you were raised by. Now you know that my life was a living hell up until now.
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