The Road That Truths Ahead!!

January 1, 2015

Hi, my name is Dustin McDonald and I am 15 years of age. I have 2 parents, 1 brother, 2 sisters. 1 dog, 2 cats, and 1 grandma and grandpa. This story is about my life and it is also to get you to know me better. I am the second youngest,so you already know how that goes, but if you don't then I am going to tell you. Being the second youngest is really all that. While you still don't get everything the youngest does, it still comes with great quality. Let's start from when i was 4. That is as far as I can trace back. The day of my fourth birthday I was so excited. My heart was beating at 45 bpm (short for beats per minutes). At that moment, 11:59 august 4, 2004, my eyes shot open like rockets. I ran to my parents room and shouted "mom...dad...IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" at 12:00 August 5, 2004 I was officially 5 years old. On that day first I went to applebee's with my mom. Then I went to walmart to buy 23 toys. (which I never ended up playing with). After that I had a lot of ice cream. I got brain freeze like, 50 times. When i got home from that, I was scared half to death. I nearly jumped out of my skin. After picking myself up piece by piece, we had a huge party. Now let me remind you, I was only 5 at the time, so I really did not know what was exactly going when I got the big SURPRISE!!!. I then made a wish, blew out the candles, and at cake. When I went to bed that night, I was so full, I felt like I was going to burst. 

January 2, 2015

The next morning it was school. I was in first grade. While i got all good grades, i was still kind of loud. My parents always used to get phone calls from my teacher saying I was being too loud and disruptive. My parents knew that I was extremely loud so they did not really get too mad. Today was report card day. That was a day where you got your report card. Now need I remind you that I was a good student, but today was not my day. For the first time in all of my school years I GOT A D. I freaked out because I knew that my parents would totally freak out. So what I did was I just did not tell them, but that did not work so well because my teacher had already called my parents to say she was very disappointed. When I got home, my parents were waiting for me on the couch. My dad was holding the phone, and mom was holding the belt. I walked in with my held down. Mom said very aggressively...SIT DOWN. Mom was not the one to get mad when things like this happens. It is usually dad. Mom said what happened, while still holding the leather belt. I told mom that it wasn't my fault. I also told her that I was mad at the time. Mom always knew when we were lying, so at that point mom said shut up and she gripped the belt even harder. Then she told me to go to my room and only have on shorts and t-shirt. That was the clue, I was going to get my butt whooped. I ran up stairs crying like I had just lost my dog. When I reached the room, I had to do what she said so it doesn't get any worse. Now here is the routine, first she walks in then she talks for about 2 minutes and then it starts. 3 hits and it's over, but that is not as easy as it seems. Since my mom hits like a mutated monster, I died shortly after. I hated getting  whoopings, for the only reason, IT HURTS SO MUCH. So it began, first the talk for the first 2 minutes, then there was the whooping. When she was finished i was then grounded till the next report card day. That when i went to sleep all that i could think was what had happened. My mom never stayed mad for that long. All I had to give was like 1 day or so.