i remember back when i was 6 years old. i lived in a small trailer up the creek in west virginia. i hear noise in the batrhroom, i walked in and seen my dad shooting a needle in his arm. i was 6, i didnt know how to react or what was going on. dad just said "go to bed, I'll be out soon." in the most caring voice ever. poeple were always at my house. always. i figured it was normal. my brothers and i played around outside all the time. while my parents and there friends did the unthinkable inside. smoke weed. and do drugs. we were young, we didnt understand. at one pont when i was 7 i was walking down the road with my dad and my grandpa and grandma stop beside us in there white antuque car. dad told me to get in and he will see me shortly. what i didnt know, was i wouldnt be coming back home for awhile. as my grandpa drove us to there housed, i sat in the back seat bawling my eyes out. snot running pit of my nose. i didnt care. my brothers came to my grandmas house. except my oldest brother, he lived with his bestfriend. so heres me, and my two little brothers living with my grandma. in that 2 year spand, my dad had gotton arrested for 3 years.it didnt surpise me. he was in and out of jail. he was a theif. a liar. never home. i moved to belle,mom mom got a new boyfriend. rob. i wrote in my dairy alot. i did the mistaken and didnt had it well. i wrote in all the things i thought rob and mom were doing. like drugs. my little cousin found it and he was pissed. but my mom took my side. we finally moved out of belle. we move alot. we moved into a womans shelter for 3 months. then my mom went to rehab for 6 months. rob grew out of the picture. by time rehab was over i was 10. i actually had hope for my mom.
so, how do you like the story ? should i continue ? comments please. (: be honest.
