Posted on March 19, 2010.
That is my story do you think? So Wright decided IVE a story to help other kids not make the choice I made when I walked through a difficult period.
Do correct me on typos or fragments, just tell me what you think of the introduction. (Preview)
Thank you pour votre aide.
My name is --------------, I am sixteen years old and I live in Bixby, Oklahoma with a population of 20,091 people. I'm writing this story because I want parents and other young people know what goes through with a male teen.
I was born in Chatanooga, Tennessee, where I moved to Edmond Oklahoma before I get another year. I quickly moved to the area of Edmond Bixby, Oklahoma. Life was beautiful, perfect image, one of these families, as you see in old movies. With dinner Cookin wife, children playing, and father has just returned home from work. I lived in a blue, two-story house, my room was downstairs next to my parents and my younger sister floor lived. My room was filled with Dalmatians, as a kid, it was like I had all the dalmatian stuffed animals there. I could hide in the big pile of dog, and my mother "couldnt" find me. All the memories in this house were good, I had a neigbor flashy about my age who come here and throw stones in the street with me, and I also had another neighbor that I point to my fence and spying. When you came into my house payment, there was an old sofa with a duvet (which I never know where it comes) suspended above. The kitchen has been linked to the living room and a halway which led to my parents and my room. One of my best memories was waking at one in the morning and will watch the rubber lizard that I put in a bowl of water and packaging said it was to grow to two feet. I loved this house, there were only two bad memories. The first is when I turned around and hit my tooth on a trunk belonging to my parents, the second was when my mother got super glue in my eyes and my father was gone so we had to ask Bush (our neighbor, also a preacher) to take him to the hospital. They are absolutley favorite moments in my life that I will always miss.
When I was in kidergarden (with the best teacher ever I might add) my parents bought a batch of about four miles and planned to build a new house. We sold "Big Blue" and moved into a rental for some time. Kandace, my little sister and I always go to a day care center called a snap while my parents when at dinner every Friday night. When our parents picked us up from the center we would still expect some sort of reward, as we deserved. Once we had a trampoline, and the other we have a white dog named Daisy. Finally, take our new house was completed, our new district was called Stanfordelm and we were only the second home in our coldisac. I didn't like the house as well, but it was okay, my sister and I got to hold our hands in concrete, which was cool, but it was different. It wasn't the place I called "home", but my mother liked so I went with it. This house didn't memories, or friends, or something like Big Blue. We slowly stopped talking to people and it seemed that our family was concerned about was my duty dads. One day I came home from school and everything was as usual, but later that night, I remember seeing my father cry and I na know why. Apparently my father had stolen a software company he had left, leaving my family with all kinds of things lawyers. My parents owned the restaurant site for a while, then went bankrupt. I always wanted to know what a liar, but every time I asked a "stupid" question, my mom says I get a "stupid" answer.
When my father had to sell his company or what he did with it he got a new job, but he lies, he had to live in Texas. Thus, for one year, my father would commute from Texas to Bixby every weekend. My parents seemed t.
