Well i you know me and some of my back round just the super bad stuff. i admit there's some good stuff to like when i moved for the first time to a medium size town. i moved there with my dad, he enrolled me in the school it was the best school i have ever gone to. everyone was friendly to me, so i thought something was up, turns out there wasn't everything was fine, i had real fried for once it was weird i guess i wasn't used to having friend yet.
after about two days living in my new town I noticed something strange, something out of place.i cant put my finger on it. then i noticed what it was i had noticed that my dad hasn't came out of his room for those two days. i cant believe i didn't notice my dad! I was so upset with myself, so i went ntomy dad room and right before i did i heard a loud gun shot coming from outside. I rushed outside scared something horrible had happen, and i was right i saw a n=man standing oer my dad kicking him and shot him one More time, he was still a little but alive, but after that gun shot he die right there on the spot.
when i saw that man i screamed as loud has i could in terrify and angry. when the man saw Me he laughed and pointed the gun at me but then i grab a log and threw it as hard as i could and i hit the man knocking him out. i rused inside and called the cop and the cops came and arrested the man.
that's when i got sent to my aunt and uncles house to live. i went into deep depression and cry every night and day wishing he was still here with me. i blamed his death on me. if only i had noticed he was gone or wen to check on sooner maybe just maybe he would still be here.. with me, so i wouldn't be alone.
