|
|
|
The story of my life pretty much surrounds popularty. But, for some reason, I am always never in that circle. My surrounds and life just surrounds social status. My father was poor growing up and later in life became very popular with friends, family and work. He was always the leader or well know man who had all the respect. Everybody wanted to be like him and have his life. But, for me, I only a well known, nice person who will do any favor for anybody. I'm known as the nice girl. The one who never getts in trouble. My mother herself was one of the best workers in her job and was also well known by workers, friends and etc. But every since she got sick when I was in the third grade, my whole life got even worse. I kept thinking how this would change me and my family. Well, it did. Everytime, I am tired for schoolwork, sick or anything, my family keeps telling me too help my mother because she is sick. I try not to think that my mother is "sick". She does have her ups and downs and most everybody knows how my mother feels at school. All the time people asking her how she feels. Nobody ever thinks how I feel. Because when I was little, my family always asked my how my day was. But, It was always my grandma who asked me that. my parents were always busy and never had anytime to spend with me. I was always stuck at my grandmas, like I was living there. I would sometimes be brought at my aunts in the morning to get me ready and then brought to school. Picked up by my grandfather, but I had I had to say goodbye to my grandma because she would go off to work. I would wait a few hours for my dad to pick me up. But, I would have to wait for my mother to come home and sometimes my dad would then go back to work. My childhood was raised by my grandparents. Srry, by my grandma. I don't know what I would do without her. But early this year, my grandmother was hit my cancer. I prayed for god that she was going to be ok. She wasn't just any old grandmother. She was someone I could talk to too, a friend. I love her so much, she really means a-lot for me. Well, back to the point. I wouldn't be called popular. I guess you would say I am in the normal, friendly, nice, beat the s**t out of you group in my school. I mean, my friends are a big number in my life. I can relate thimgs with them. I mean I wouldn't be abill, to servive without the support. We support each other in all the ways possible. But, this summer, there was a big thing that happened. I lost the trust in some peaple. I can't open up anymore with them. There are things that are done that can't be fixed. Of course, some things were said that was harsh, but for some reason, I open a new book again with people again. i won't be the same, but maybe everybody I know will be happier. When I was little, I never really smiled so it hard for me to smile. I not that smiling type. But, I do wounder this? Does everybody be asked to suck in there stomach because there to afraid that I will embarss them. Because I don't understand why during aldult partues I have, everybody makes me smile and I have to stay silent and I can't say a thing. I mean, I asked them why and they said I was a kid and they do aldults things and I wouldn't understand. What do I don't undertsand? I am 13. I know most things that parents don't tell there children till they are 16. I had to learn those things my was. Jeez, I keep getting off the subject so I'll get back to it. Well, like I said, I can't open up really anymore to those peaple as much. But, for one person I still can. I tel them evrything and they are the first to know. She's my savor, my protector. She like my lost sister. I can't stand when people tease her, becuase it pushes my buttons. I mean, if you have a promblem, just say it to me! Not to her, she has a-lot of stress already. I'm going to the 8th grade know, but, my father is not sure what high school i can go to because, my family is going broke. So, many people think I'm rich and stuff, but I really broke. I don't get things what I want in a minute. Uselly its because I use money, family and friends give....To be continued.
 DrUNk_OvER_liFE · Wed Aug 08, 2007 @ 11:26pm · 1 Comments |
|
|
|
|
|
