(Please tell me your opinion on my story and be truthful please!)
“Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
My dad interrupted her, “Don’t make him feel better he should feel bad!” He looked up at me glaring, “Erik, I have seen your grades lately and you’re in football, right?”
“Yes… I am… I’m sorry they’re dropping I’ll try to get them up.” I stood with my hands behind my back. The fact my dad had to ask me if I was in football made me think I was lucky he knew my name. My mom always tells me I am such a good boy and my dad does love me, he’s just been “stressed” lately.
“Well we’ve already had this conversation before and you said the exact same thing; and I’m getting tired of being lied to. I think I’ll have the coach pull you out of football until you get your grades up.”
My mother looked at him, “Richard, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” My mother always stood up for me but takes my dad side in the end.
“No, Marsha, I don’t think it’s harsh at all. I think it’s fair. He should learn how to get his act up to the way I want them to be. This is not up for discussion-“
“But dad, I’m in stochastic calculus, chemistry, A.P. U.S. History-“
“I understand they can be kind of hard-“
“No, I don’t think you understand dad. I can hardly pass them and you want A’s! I can’t get you them! It’s hard! I’m just not that smart-“
My dad stood up, and got in my face, “I was in war. That wasn’t a piggy back ride. People died and I had to try my hardest every damn time I went out in the field,” He pushed me back, “I watched people die,” He pushed me again, “And you think you grades are hard!? HUH!?” he shoved me into the wall, “Try living with yourself after you killed so many people! 238 and more people I killed!” He decked me in the face hard.
“Richard!” I heard my mother yell, but it didn’t matter to my dad. He was too busy beating up his own son.
My dad kneed me in the stomach twice, “You think school is hard,” He threw me to the ground, “Well trying living like me. Now go to your room.” I got up, and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I slammed my bedroom door, and looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked so much like him… I can’t be like him… please I just can’t…
“Erik get down here now!” My father yelled.
“I’m coming, I’m coming!” I hurried down the stairs. I learned in the last 17 years I’ve been alive, that if my dad calls me I need to be down fast…or else…
I got down the stairs, and went into the living room where he always sat on his days off. “Yes, dad? What can I get you?”
My mother smiled up at me from her book, “You are such a good son, Erik-“
My dad interrupted her, “Don’t make him feel better he should feel bad!” He looked up at me glaring, “Erik, I have seen your grades lately and you’re in football, right?”
“Yes… I am… I’m sorry they’re dropping I’ll try to get them up.” I stood with my hands behind my back. The fact my dad had to ask me if I was in football made me think I was lucky he knew my name. My mom always tells me I am such a good boy and my dad does love me, he’s just been “stressed” lately.
“Well we’ve already had this conversation before and you said the exact same thing; and I’m getting tired of being lied to. I think I’ll have the coach pull you out of football until you get your grades up.”
My mother looked at him, “Richard, don’t you think that’s a little harsh?” My mother always stood up for me but takes my dad side in the end.
“No, Marsha, I don’t think it’s harsh at all. I think it’s fair. He should learn how to get his act up to the way I want them to be. This is not up for discussion-“
“But dad, I’m in stochastic calculus, chemistry, A.P. U.S. History-“
“I understand they can be kind of hard-“
“No, I don’t think you understand dad. I can hardly pass them and you want A’s! I can’t get you them! It’s hard! I’m just not that smart-“
My dad stood up, and got in my face, “I was in war. That wasn’t a piggy back ride. People died and I had to try my hardest every damn time I went out in the field,” He pushed me back, “I watched people die,” He pushed me again, “And you think you grades are hard!? HUH!?” he shoved me into the wall, “Try living with yourself after you killed so many people! 238 and more people I killed!” He decked me in the face hard.
“Richard!” I heard my mother yell, but it didn’t matter to my dad. He was too busy beating up his own son.
My dad kneed me in the stomach twice, “You think school is hard,” He threw me to the ground, “Well trying living like me. Now go to your room.” I got up, and ran upstairs as fast as I could. I slammed my bedroom door, and looked in the mirror and stared at my reflection. I looked so much like him… I can’t be like him… please I just can’t…
Bounce your head, snap
To the classic, to the rap
Step ball change
Basic with a buck
Pleay, tour jete
Bounce your head to the rock
One two three,
Two two three,
Count along with your head
Mosh with the beat
Hop shuffle hop back
Twirl your arms, bend your back
Do the thingamajiggie
Wear out your taps
Breathe it in, breathe it out
Reach for the sky, dance on the ground
Flitter here, gallop there
Lose yourself anywhere
Flow with the music
Feel it in your veins
As you bounce your head, snap
Boom boom clap
As light fades the brightest of souls can even be turned to do the darkest of things. As time time pushes forward the mind and body of an individual changes for either good or bad. the decisions they make and the things they do will stick with them forever. I was told this many years ago by a wise old man that fortold my future. He said "the one with the dragon soul is not alone in the world he knows." After being told this it left me nothing but confused but i had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time i heard of it.
Ever since my family died down to be just me.... I`ve been alone since they died in a car accident. I got out fine (only with cuts and a migrane), but they died. I now live with my grandpa... but he doesn't get me..... I cut my self, dresss diffrently, and never really talk.
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
4 days after the funeral for my family.... I became Emo. But the day my Family died, something changed within me..... something good went rotten.
My Grandpa see's it, but ignores my pain and anger... only if that drunk driver that hit us was sober and never... spun out of control. Some day I hope his heart gives out and he dies in jail.
Does any one feel the same?
"No,no,no! Ponny, you're supposed to sound scared. like this, 'AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!'" Hilisia said. She said the line terrifiying. Ponya rolled her eyes. "If I say it any more frighted, my eyes will pop out! And anyway, you're NOT the director. I'm doing it wrong when Mr.Figgsten says so." Ponya snapped back. "Ok girls, from the top!" The girls got ready. Then suddenly, Ponya stretched her arm out to Hilisia(Luci) And said, "Luci! LOOK OUT!" "What? What Brenda?" "AAAA! The Coopestells! They're back!" "EEEEEEK!" "RUN!!!" They both said. Then the scene ended as they ran off stage. "Perfect!" Mr.Figgsten yelled. Huffing and puffing, the girls came offstage. "Hey you guys I know it's short notice, but we will have to shoot the rest of the film in New jersey