My mother and her war

missfit!

Hi guys sorry its been awile since I posted anything well here is the next chapter, enjoy!

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Book:my mother and her war.

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Chapter: MISSFIT!

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Laughter, happieness, playfulness, not a worry in the world. Thats all i heard and saw at school that day, things i heard but didnt have, never again would I feel that untill my mother returned from Iraq. None of these people knew what i was feeling, none of then had a parent in the army, my mom was was the only one, and for what? I didnt really know why. now that i think about it, maybe my I drove my mother crazy or she just hated me, no, my mother loves me very very much. she wouldnt do such a terriable thing just to hert me I knew that she had to do this. Well, hopefully ill get to see my mother again soon,my mom told us that as soon as she returns to her base, on september 22 so i would be able to call her or video chat with her, I hope to video chat with her i love her and i want to see her face again im almost forgeting what she looks like, sadly.

I never knew much about life how much it can hert you, my mom always said that love will hert me the most, PISH POSH! please, i dought it, did SHE have a mom in the war........ NO!

I never really did fit in at school, i was considerd, a "Nerd", and i hated it! Someday when im famous they will regret not talking to me...... I hope.

I looked around and saw everyone playing on the playground and there was only one single orange basketball and one single red basketball hoop, they were best friends! I ran up and grabbed the ball i felt it, observed it, and shot, it missed, i kept shooting, over and over again! it felt like I was up ther forever! I kept shooting untill i finally shot it and made it in the shiny red hoop, i felt like a star, i felt famous! I started to feel more confedent, i went to take another shot until i heard a yell, the ball wasnt even out of my hands, but i heard,

"NERD"

Suddenly i didnt feel so famous anymore, i was tackled on the blacktop they told me to never touch there ball again, they didnt even want to touch it because it had "Beth coodies" I ran and went in the bathroom inside i had a scrapped and bloody face, and a black eye. Not a good day for me but it could of been worse I could of died!! Huh, yea right.