Hanging on: The story of my life

The beginning

Sometimes kids don't have a hard life. Sometimes they're lucky. I'm unlucky. It all started when my neighbors moved in. At first they seemed really friendly but later on my family and I became their enemies and that's how the troubles started. Our neighbor Justin wanted my dad to drink and wouldn't stop pressuring him. My dad always said no until one day, he said yes. He became another person that day and my once loving father was gone forever. He turned into this mean addicted alcoholic. He would go to the bar all night and come home drunk. One day I was walking home from school and when I got home the door was locked. I walked to my neighbor's house and he was one of my family's very good friends. I knocked on the door and asked "Where is daddy?" Jim told me he was at the bar. That wasn't surprising. I walked to the bar and ran in with tears. I was tired of him avoiding me! I yelled at him, "WHY DON'T YOU EVER ANSWER YOUR PHONE AND WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS AT THE BAR?! DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE?!" He was drunk so he didn't answer me. Nothing unusual. I walked back home and my mom was there worried about me. I ran into her arms and cried. I will never forget that day. I was about maybe either 9 or 10 and now I'm 13 and I still remember that day. I cry just thinking about it :'( If you don't want to hear the rest of the story of my life I understand, but if you do keep reading and flip the page to part 2.