I'm writing a story (with help from a few friends), and I was wondering if Any teens/young adults would read it from what they hear at the begining...
It starts out a little weird but becomes more explainitory....
I have more, but here's the first half:
My young life;
When I was three, my sister Moriah was born.
When I was five, my other sister Nichole was born.
That too was the time my mother left us.
My immature drunken father had to start taking care of us.
As anybody could imagine, it wasn’t easy; for any of us.
My father truly did care about my mother, and my mother truly cared about my father, but the marriage of seven years was way over.
It was over after Moriah was born.
I guess Nichole put my mother way over the top.
My mom had to leave.
I didn’t get a goodbye, but neither did Moriah or Nichole.
And when I was five, I could have sworn I was my mother’s favorite.I could tell she was glad that I didn’t cry much, or beg for much of her attention.
(more..)
I guess I wasn’t her favorite if she left with me with my incapable father.
My father quit his job one month after my mother left.
Real good dad, now where’s our money coming from?
But being five, I didn’t interpret the money situation.
My dad finally sold our car for money; I’m surprised he didn’t sell my bike.
But then again, the training wheels wouldn’t come off.
I don’t even think a four year old would have bough that bike.
I stopped going to school within four months of my mother leaving.
My dad never wanted to take me; but I wanted to go.
The school was over a mile away.
My tiny little legs couldn’t handle it.
I never heard from my mother again.
Not birthdays, or any other holiday.
Not that holidays were important in my house.
My dad, being dirt poor didn’t get me shit; and being young, I didn’t get him anything.
Sure I made him projects, but those projects were quickly rejected.
One of my art projects served as a coaster for his beer.
OVERALLL:
from what you have read so far would you continue reading this?
It starts out a little weird but becomes more explainitory....
I have more, but here's the first half:
My young life;
When I was three, my sister Moriah was born.
When I was five, my other sister Nichole was born.
That too was the time my mother left us.
My immature drunken father had to start taking care of us.
As anybody could imagine, it wasn’t easy; for any of us.
My father truly did care about my mother, and my mother truly cared about my father, but the marriage of seven years was way over.
It was over after Moriah was born.
I guess Nichole put my mother way over the top.
My mom had to leave.
I didn’t get a goodbye, but neither did Moriah or Nichole.
And when I was five, I could have sworn I was my mother’s favorite.I could tell she was glad that I didn’t cry much, or beg for much of her attention.
(more..)
I guess I wasn’t her favorite if she left with me with my incapable father.
My father quit his job one month after my mother left.
Real good dad, now where’s our money coming from?
But being five, I didn’t interpret the money situation.
My dad finally sold our car for money; I’m surprised he didn’t sell my bike.
But then again, the training wheels wouldn’t come off.
I don’t even think a four year old would have bough that bike.
I stopped going to school within four months of my mother leaving.
My dad never wanted to take me; but I wanted to go.
The school was over a mile away.
My tiny little legs couldn’t handle it.
I never heard from my mother again.
Not birthdays, or any other holiday.
Not that holidays were important in my house.
My dad, being dirt poor didn’t get me shit; and being young, I didn’t get him anything.
Sure I made him projects, but those projects were quickly rejected.
One of my art projects served as a coaster for his beer.
OVERALLL:
from what you have read so far would you continue reading this?