My Life Is In My Hands

like to think that there are more people out there who’s has experience, but then other’s who don’t and would hardly understand. But more have ever spoken out before.

We are a minority of people that go away from our ordinary lively-hoods. In our lives we live on the same wave-length as any other working-class fellow there is. The people like me, live a very ordinary life and ordinary standards of living. Only some of us know how we’re going to get through it or not, I suppose. But we’re out there, and the media shows it.

I had lived in a part of London that used to be called Hanwell since I was born. I attended a state school, leaving there one day. That was in the year 2014. It was expected of the girls to wear state school clothes, I hated that they weren’t fashionable whatsoever. There were plenty of way’s to ruin my clothing but as a girl I just wore it simply like us girls do, that day when the bell told us to go home. My mother thought I get home simply fine and be home to tea as usual. I am intelligence to know that there are freaks and scary black men liking a white girl out there, treating as if I were a piece of meat, I get that. All part of that is criminal and could go down to a prison sentence for life, and that’s how it is. I think I made a true story  

I want to be an independent girl. My father thought I was totally mad and un-meaning full. He thought I was a simple normal girl doing what girls do. I couldn’t tell my father where I went, or what I was doing it would make him feel vulnerable. He didn’t know who I hanged with that was my life, private. I wanted independence and freedom that is what I want more than my father wanted me to have.

I was at the age of fourteen with fully performed breasts, I did well. I had left school and my name was not that familiar on the streets, I’d tent to be a little shy, as I’ve never left the house like this before. After a day or two being gone, nothing wasn’t occurred I’ve gone, and I’ve hadn’t contacted my father since, do I need to? Though my was never really close with me, I don’t remember a great memory with him, and as I been gone I’ve hadn’t received any texts on my mobile phone and with very little charge left, I didn’t know what to think. He might as well thought to hunt me down, now I don’t know what he’s thinking. May I should be off to tell him, I am not so sure. My ways of going around this seems a survival nature inside the human that I am.

It was a reasonable late-August day of weather in London. My days of independent have just begun. I was walking the streets of Hanwell, I looked live and fresh young blood roaming the streets. It wasn’t a crime a to leave your own home. It was a symbol of being a different individual I said I was a free being, let me take that in. I was a wonder doing whatever felt right to me. I could sense things what things were bad and what things I can try out differently, something new to do. I used myself as a scanning tool using my knowledge of education to get around the world and make a sense of it all. I would use that ability to go forward onward and upwards, and hopefully use it intelligence.

My thoughts were my own. My days were different each day. At first I would be in a few bars and I looked older than I did, and I had enough money to be at least to order a drink or two of alcohol, I know daring huh? So as long as I felt graciously confidence, I could get anything I need. I need money I could use my body as I would travel to some places further into the future. I didn’t know what could come next, my darlings.

The thing is, that this was all new to me so at least I could experiment my soundings, that’s the fun part, and the most difficult too as I must know. But I had a way around things to speak with great taste and for a girl at my age I’d improved my vocabulary much more than I did than being in a leaning environment I chose that my way. I do understand that if a girl at my age won’t get a job with the help of education, you’re technically a failure throughout my life, that’s a working-class thing. But then again I’m fourteen I can be educated for another time.