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Drama
 Created on 8-26-07
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As daylight faded, I realized one thing. You are not guaranteed tomorrow. Think of all the time you waste doing nothing when you could have been doing something. You waste your time arguing over things that do not matter as much as you think they do. Then, when the next day comes, you ask yourself “What if I had went through with it? What would have happened if…What if…” Not a moment goes by when I don’t think what if.
As a friend once told me, you need to hold on no matter what. She told me, “Life is life. Hold on tight.” I never really thought much of it when she first said it. I thought it sounded corny. Now, when I think about it, she was right. Life has its bumps along the road. Things get tough. You have people who doubt you and your decisions. They doubt your ability to succeed. There’s always doubt. Though, no matter what, you must always hold on no matter how tough things may get. There’s always hope. And I cannot believe it has taken me this long to realize, that there’s always light at the end of the tunnel.
Tonight has been the first night in awhile that I have thought about my past. I still remember all the events that took place like it was just yesterday. They left a permanent impact in my mind. I don’t know how I made it through back then… I don’t even know how I made it through the past few months. It’s a scary thought… to remember I almost didn’t make it through…April 2005
I cannot believe this is happening. I’m so stressed out. My dad is pressuring me like it’s his job. He always wants me to be the best. He wants me to get straight A’s. He’s trying to make me someone I’m not. It seems like everything I do in my life is for him. I don’t do anything for myself. My parents say that kids can’t get stressed out…that they’re too young to be getting stressed. That’s a total and complete lie. I mean, what the hell do they know. They don’t understand how much times have changed since they were younger. They can’t even imagine what they put us through each and every day…
“Kaden get down here right now!” My dad yelled. Right when he yelled, I knew he got my report card. I walked slowly down the stairs, hoping he won’t get too mad. “What the hell is this? Why is there a C on this?!” He exclaimed. His face was red and you could see just by looking at him how furious he was. I was scared. I didn’t even know what to say. If I told him the truth he wouldn’t believe me, but I’m not going to lie to him. “Dad, I can explain,” I stuttered. “Oh really?! Well then, explain it to me!” he yelled. “Well, what happened was…The work started getting harder, I didn’t understand the book we were reading. She didn’t explain any of it to us. So I got a few bad test grades. That’s why I got a C, I’m sorry,” I told him. “Sorry isn’t good enough! You should have studied more!” he yelled. “Dad but I did study!” I cried. “Bullshit! That’s it! You’re grounded! Until you get you’re grades up, no sports, no going out, no TV, no computer, and no music!” he told me. “Dad that’s not…” I said with him interrupting, “It is fair! I told you I wanted straight A’s! You didn’t get them! Are you on drugs or something?! I told you, you have to be the best! I made it clear…” he said. I interrupted,
“No! This is what you want! Not what I want! I’m sick and tired of being what you want me to be! Every time I get a bad grade, you’re always the first one to be pissed off and disappointed! I’m not perfect! I never will be! Why are you not thankful for what I am? Why is everything I do, wrong? To you, I can’t do anything right! I hate you! I hope you move out! I can’t stand you anymore dad! I HATE YOU!” I yelled, and ran out of the house. “Kaden get back here!” my dad screamed. I did not acknowledge him, and I kept running. I didn’t know where I was going, but at that moment I didn’t have a care in the world, I just wanted to get away.
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Please Login to post comments| On August 26th 2007 omfg010203 Said : | |
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Gawd...her dad's an ass hole!! I like this... |
