The Story Of My Life

The Beginning

Hello, my name is Victoria Sienna. I am 17 years old and applying to college to get my Bachelor's Degree. I lived in Denver,Colorado and moved to New York when I was 8 years old. My father died when I was 5 and my mother remarried when I was 10. She married a man named Micheal Johnson. Whenever he'd pass by my room he'd ask me how my day was and would sit down on the edge of my bed and would tickle my feet weirdly. When I turned 13 he was always in my room when I'd come home from school and the same top drawer was open. I turned 15 and he walked into the party, sat down, then he started drinking. Allof a sudden his friends walked in and started drinking,too. And once the party was getting bigger and crazier we all heard a big BANG!

I busted out in tears when I found out it was my best friend who was shot. I fainted and woke up the next morning looking at my cuts on my wrist. She just always made my day and was just so lucky. A great, hot boyfriend and was very wealthy. Since that day my "dad" was drinking day and night. I came home from school and my mom was on the kitchen floor bloody and filled with tears and with whom Micheal was standing next to her kicking her on her side. "Run,Victoria,run and take Devon and Mason with you. Pack....up......and ..........start .........the .......c....a.......rrr. Grab all our things and lock your door. I promise we'll be okay." THUMP THUMP THUMP. Victoria is running up the stairs and drags her siblings into her room packs all luggages and throws them out the window. She runs back downstairs with her brother and sister behind her. "Stay away from my mother. I'm warning you stay away from my mother." "Or what..mm... I guess your weak like your mother and we both know that you won't do anything." He pulls out a gun and points it at her mother.