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 Created on 5-13-07
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You know that feeling where you just don't know where you are or why you are there or even how you got there? Well if you don't, you should stop reading my life story. Because my whole life has been about this one feeling. I will try to explain the feeling a little more so try to follow me. It is almost like the feeling you get when you have lost your parents in a really big place that you have no clue where anything is. You yell for them but you can hear anything over the loud voices of all the other people you start to cry and then a security guard finds you. He askes you what is wrong. You tell him and he tells you to come with him. He takes you to his office . Gives you a shair to sit on. A hour or so goes by. Everyone in the buildiing has left. Your parents are nowhere to be seen. You feel like dieing because you know that your parents have left you all alone in some place you have no clue where it is. So if you know what that feeling feels like you will know what i was talking about. If you don't know on the other hand, you should have a pretty good idea of what it would feel like if you lost you parents in a big, crowded place. I would feel pretty bad knowing that your parents forgot you like you ment nothing at all to them. This has happened to me many times so i know what it feels like. My parents didn't care about my brother and me at all. My mom was a hocker and my dad was in the drug bissness. My dad Dated other girls. Everynight me and my brother would wait all night for our dadto get home. Sometimes he never showed up though. It was normal to mr anf mr brother though. after it happens so many times you just don't care anymore. My mom cared though, sometimes she woudl wait up all night and all the next ngiht waiting for my dad to get home. then once he got home he would fight with my mom. Yelling at her screaming at the top of his lungs. He hit my mother one night and made her fall to the floor. The next night my mother came out with a gun waiting for my dad to get home from 3 days of being gone. When i heared my father walk in the door, I grabed my brother and pluged his ears I ran to the bed and hid under the blankets with my brother. I heard a loud bang and it all went silent. I unpluged my brothers ears and told him "It was all over now" but, i was wrong I heard another bang then i heard my mother fall to the floor. My mother and fathers life went down the dran that night. But, moveing on to a more happier story My brother got a scholership and moved to Figi. I on the other hand got stuck with some nowhere job trying my best to keep my daughter Jeniffer safe and Me Megan, Not to turn out like my mother.
Even though i got most of my looks from my mother, I didn't at all look act like her though. My eyes were my own though they had a dimond blue outer core with ocean green in the middle and a navy blue almost purple border around them. I really loved my eyes. I have long, silky blond hair with just a little bit of brown highlights thrown in there to. My skin was tanned from being in the sun all day when i played soccer. I was tall about 5'8. my body was middle sized i was fine with my body. My body shape i also got from my mother. I worked as a maid at a 5 star hotel. I was suprised when they said i could have the job. ONly because it was a 5 star hotel and all. BUt i got it after a long shot. I took coratii lessons and taught preschool part time as the "Mother Mom" I ment that i was the childrens watcher when the ladies went for there 2 hour lunch break. The kids loved me though they call me there auntie Megan. They got on my nerves half the time though but, i loved them like my own children. My own daughter Jeniffer was a doll. She had long bloond hair like me. She got my mothers eyes but, that didn't bother me much. They were greenish brown almost a hazel but there was to much green in her eyes for a hazel. Jeniffer was a little "girly girl"
I loved her very much. Still do but you know. Once i tryed to write a song about jeniffer but it didn't really work out it ended up turning into a Christian song It was called "You're to blame" It was a really good song it went a little something like this:
i'm not one to pass the blame
but this is one i cannot claim even if i wanted to
there's something happening
there's something going on with me
and i think i like the view from where i'm standing
you are to blame for anything that is good in my heart
you are to blame for this change that has taken me by storm
there's one thing i am wondering
what exactly do you see that makes you want to stay?
i don't deserve your attention
why would you ever mention me?
why you're treating me this way remains a mystery
(you are to blame....)
and i feel like i can fly
knowing i am yours
and knowing that you're mine
i cannot ask for more
(you and to blame....)
Like it? I was very bored that night so i decided to write it. Did i also say that i LOVE to write stories, poems, quotes, and all thoughs other fun things you can write to express you feelings. I realy like to panit and take pictures and then paint them. I am started on a painting that i think is one of my best. I sent a picture of it to my brother and he said that when i finish it i should bring it into one of those art musems and see if it would sell. That would be so awsome i would make so much money if it was a big hit! But like that would ever happen. I wasn't that good was I? I didn't think that i was a great artiset but everyone else did. But my mother always said "it isn't what people think it is what you think"..... But what did my mother no she killed herself because she had some nowhere life that was going to end of leading nowhere so i guess you could say that what she says doesn't matter. I remember one day back quite a while ago Me and my mother were sitting alone talking about one of her problems with my father (she did that a lot, and of course i didn't want to hear it.. I mean it gets old after a while once you hear about the same thing over and over agin it gets old if you know what i mean.....). She was talking about the regular problem they had NOT ENOUGH MONEY "We don't have enough money", "I hate not haveing any money", "Megan darling you should start workning for use and get use some money", "I wish i had a money tree", and "I wish i could become famouse and become a money makeing machine" Were some of her little sayings she said everytime she was about to break down and cry. My mother was a dramatic lady and needed a lot of help from someone. I tryed to convince her to go to a physeo class or something but she just yelled at me and said that she can't belive that i would even say something like that (she could belive it though i new she could, she new she needed help as much as i new she did) But, that didn't stop her from being who she is. I wish she was still here sometimes. I really need her sometimes. I have knowone to talk to, knowone. I Well knowone but Jennifer. Jennifer really remindes me of my brother sometimes. The other day i was sitting there and Jennifer walked out wearing a white bag on her head yelling "KKK"! I told her that was a bad word to use she asked me why, I told her someday she would no about the history. "evil things where done Jen, Evil horrible things were done to black people not to long ago. But then one day a little bit of peace came into the world, just a little though..."
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