Tuesday, March 26, 2019
Life Is Difficult :: essays research papers
     Feburary 24th, 2004 two days beffore my first draft is due. For my own(prenominal) essay. Ive chose number 3 for my question but how do i answer...so some(prenominal) people I look up to and so many lessons learned.     Walked in the door of my Grandmothers house, it was cold you could feel the chill go down your grit and the goose gusts forming on your arms. My mom had dropped me off. It had only been five mintues and i already missed her. Do I miss her cause shes the only angiotensin converting enzyme on my side that knows how I am feeling or is it because shes freeing away for vacation?          Well my mom is gone she had planned for my uncle Dave to leg it me up for the next two weeks aand my god mother would pick me up the two following weeks after. But there was a misunderstanding with my auntie obviously. She had asked me who was going to drive me for the first two days of school. Sh e has told me my mother express Dave was, so of course I told her that Dave was. My grandmother had decided for us to battle cry Dave and make sure what was going on. I was like whatever I dont mind because theirs nothing wrong with making sure.     Time had passed, dinner had been served. Me and my aunt had already been on bad terms since I was young. Anyways lets get sticker to what i was dictum. Nine o clock has hit just doing what I nominate to do in my room by myself. It got closwer and closer...time. The later it got the worse things would get. I could feel it in my heart something bad was going to happend to me. Bump bump bump..BOOM Someone swings my door open. Already i knew somethings wrong. By the teffifying look on her face. Then she apporached me in a hoarse tone of voice saying Go to bed. I said to her in a in truth calm voice and said Welll its only ball club thirty and i dont go to bed until ten thirty. The voice got even more(prenominal) de manding As long your in this house you sleep at nine thirty. I had said nothing, afarid I would make things worse. She asked has my mother remaining on the plane yet. I said No I had jus got of the yell with her.
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