The Big Fight

The HUGE change

My mom, stepdad, sister, and stepbrother moves to Florida on June twentieth two thousand twelve. As we were going to Florida tropical storm Debby happened and we broke down on the side of the highway.  I rode with my Mom, step brother and cat. My sister road with our stepdad and two dogs.

As we get settled into a house it was alright. When school started I was going to my first year of middle school and I was not excited. My stepdad was very strict on house work, chores, school work, and homework on my sister and me. As for my stepbrother he didn't care. Of course you would say well he's probably too young so he'll go easy on the guy. For his 5th birthday, my stepbrother got a phone! As for Christmas he got his own gaming computer. When my sister and I were little I was seven and she was only six we had chores to do. We had a full list of chores we had to get done before our stepdad got home. If we didn't we were in huge trouble.

For my little step brother, on his sixth birthday, we thought our step dad was going to make him start having chores of his own, but we were mistaken. If I didn't do a chore correctly or got in trouble I would get the belt it was the same for my sister. One time I accidentally hit my stepdad's car with the heavy trash can, and at the time I only weighed around 70 pounds I was in sixth grade. He smacked me on the head that didn't effect my feelings, but what he said was," your incapable of doing anything right," when he said that I was hurt extremely bad, and he would always yell and say things it would hurt me extremely bad. I didn't even scratch the car and he still yelled at me. I begin to feel hopeless and useless.

My mom never spoke up for me and I felt like I didn't even belong in the family.  I would always be afraid to tell my mom about how I felt and about school. I could never tell her if there was a problem because I was so scared of saying the wrong thing to her. I stayed in my room unless I had to eat, do homework, or chores. I felt very upset and I thought I was alone with nobody to talk to.

In my seventh grade year I began writing my feelings down in journals and I would show nobody them. Every time someone would ask me how I felt I would lie and say I'm fine just to hide my true feelings so they wouldn't be envolved in my problems. Whenever I got home my mom would ask how my day went and I would lie and say I was fine. She never knew I wrote in journals I planned on keeping it that way. One day we had a substitute for one of the teachers and I felt like I could show her my poems, so I did. She told me about this contest and she wanted me to enter I told her I was excited about it and I'll wait till next year. So I did. 

When my great grandparents came to visit I was on cloud nine because my nana was the only family member I was really bonded to and I could tell her anything. She was the first family member to know about my writing. She is very special to me and I love her so much. She didn't even tell my mom I was writing it stayed between us until my tenth grade year then she got involved. It was my third competition I won state and county for my third time. My mother was very proud that I won, but very disappointed that I didn't tell her or even showed her.

I lived in Florida for six years I was just adapting to Florida real nice. I would go to Disney world whenever I could. It never got old I would always love going to Disney world. When I was starting high school I mentally I felt like something was wrong with me, but I didn't know what it was. That's why I wrote poetry.

Poetry kept me going on with life and it made me feel better about myself. I am very thankful that I was writing because if I didn't write you wouldn't be reading this book right now.

September fifth in twenty seventeen we moved again.