Some people believe that hardships happen, they come and go and they help people mature and go on with their lives. But certain hardships last a long time. A friend of mine would be able to tell you this is true. Her family has dealt with a lot of hard times, betrayal, pain, grief, and death.
Ever since she was little her parents wouldn't be home, they would work all day and drop her off at a day camp at 6:00am and leave her there until 7:00pm. Days would go by that seemed like forever. Because of her parents jobs sometimes she would be picked up by her grandmother from day camp, and go home with her for late nights in a small old apartment to early morning pick ups from her parents. She dreaded camp, most kids would want to go to camp and swim and be with their friends but she never developed an interest for it. In Autumn her grandma would be at her house to get her ready for a new day at school. She would wake up to an empty house with her parents gone waiting for her grandma to come and make some cinnamon toast for breakfast.
As she grew older she began to be bullied by a girl named Tiffany who she thought was her friend (you know how at a young age you don't really realize that you are being bullied by others). When she would get on the bus Tiffany would walk up to her and say, "move in or I'll give you a knuckle sandwich." Because both her grandmother and Tiffany's mother were close, she would have to see her everyday. Tiffany would steal her dolls, take her clothes, what ever she wanted she would take. Then my friend met Richie, the typical troublesome next door neighbor boy. Richie was a year older then her, and loved to terrorize her. He would play tricks on her and chase her with his friends. She hated where she lived she felt neglected that her parents were not home and that the two people that she thought were her Friends actually were just out to humiliate her.
And then the slate was wiped clean, she moved. A new school, new friends, and her favorite part was that her mom would now be home all the time. but that didn't last long, soon the one person that had always been there with her died. To her death was confusing she never really understood what happened to her grandma. But she became depressed once she realized that she would never see her again. Then over the years she met a new friend who helped her through everything a friend who she really counted on and was always there for her, and showed her the meaning of true friendship.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
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5 comments:
OMFG! i looooove this. i love the way you wrote about someone else, but made it seem like your own story. an i love those last few lines, that friend sounds super cool. and super AMAZING. i actually have a friend like that, shes my BEST FRIEND EVER, and shes gorgeous. I LOVE YOU! <3
emmy this is realllllllllly good!! i love it! i agree with what sam said..i like how u wrote about someone else, but made it seem like your own story. =)
i like how you have a positive ending.. well happy ending to your story. i guess you can say alot of people experience that in schools. good job.
I like how you describe this friend in the beginning and talk about her hardships. But then in the end you describe how she met a new friend. Good job.
Well done Morgan! A heart-tugger, indeed. I like the persona (narrator's character/voice)--comes off as genuine, there's a sense of confidentiality between the narrator and the reader (the paranthetical explanantion helped establish this).
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