Held hostage

{Story 1}

{Story 1}

~This is the beginning of my life~

I was born in New York City, New York on August 15, 1996. My mother had beautiful, long, silky hair. Her hair color was an auburn color. My father was big and muscular. He looked very young for his age. No matter where we were, they were always thinking the positive...sometimes. My sister who is a year younger than me looks exactly like me, people think were twins but we aren't. I'm not too tall or not too short, and I have brown hair with crystal, blue eyes. People say I look gorgeous, but I don't see it.

One day when I was four we had a summer vacation, probably the worst vacation ever. We went camping....yea, you think that would be a good idea, but you're wrong. We had ran out of bottled water so, mom went to the truck to go get some from a grocery store. While she went out, she got in a car accident with some drunk teenagers.

Ever since then, my dad has been more rough and grumpy. I didn't want to go to her burial even though I was her daughter and everything. I didn't want anyone to feel sorry for me. I just hate that feeling, it makes me feel like I can't handle anything for myself.

Here I am, 6 years old in first grade. I was considered one of the popular kids, even though we were just bugger picking toddlers. I used to bully this one boy named Hunter. I have to admit, he was dorky. The more I bullied him the more I got popular. I just love that feeling when you feel like you have the most power. After I bully him, and all the other popular kids went away, I actually apologize and find out that he's a pretty nice person. I remember one time, he drew a picture of me and gave it to me. The popular kids were around so I had no other choice than to rip it. Everyone thought it was funny, and I felt good. Afterwards I felt sorry for him and I taped it together without the popular kids around.

Now I feel extremely sorry, because that's how this whole tragedy happened.

{Story 1}