The sun rises on the east and sets on the west. We start on the left of a page and read to the right. This is the norm, this is natural. Sometimes natural gets too boring, it's like a white canvas. Sometimes, no matter what others think, you need to splash some color on to make things interesting. Well my world is the canvas and I'm the colors. Whether that's a good or bad thing, I didn't know until recently.
As I lay in the field next to my house I wonder things that other children don't wonder about. When I go out into the field it's my time to relax and think, get away from my troublesome life. The field is outside of the gates, so nobody bothers me. They taught us not to go outside of the gates, they say there's danger out here. There is nothing but trees, grass, and wildflowers as far as the eye can see. I can tell now that I need to go home because the sun is setting.
There are only a few street lights on our street that work, so I can barely see my feet. I have walked home from the field so many times that I know where to step that the road isn't cracked and separated. As soon as I walk in the door I see my mother screaming at my brother. My dad slugged him in the face repeatedly until his eye was black and his lip was cracked and bleeding. Same crap different day.
"Hey Melanie get over here" my mother yelled. She hovered over the pair of shoes she tripped over. "I-I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to" I stammered but it was inevitable. She stood up, brushed herself off, and in one swift movement managed to give me a black eye.
