I was awake one morning, wishing for a better life, thinking of all the promises I made everyone. I hate to remember my past, it doesn't seem to come to me. I can not recall what happened under the gae of 8. My stepfather always helped me through the day, until November 20, 2005 when he died. I put together a differen't life. I'm was only 10 at the time of his death. My life was just nothing to his. I had a half brother not even 1 years old at the time. I know my pormise to him. I promised when I'm older I will help him understand life.
A year after his death was the worst thing yet. I couldn't get over school, people just messed with me. I wouldn't stand up for myself. I had only a few things on my mind. Also it was not a great school year in the 6th grade. People told me who I should date though I wouldn't dare to think. I told them I was already in promise to some guy that I know.
Now look at me now, about 1 and half years after that, I'm standing tall, I'm going to the Eighth grade. i am differen't, stronger and I keep my promises. To keep a promise makes one happy if you fulffil it. I dream of a better way to spend my days. Crying, or feeling depressed. Maybe I should give everything my best.
Thank you to my step dad for believing and giving me a sand rose. My mom won't know how I feel, but I promise my dad I will do my best at something he didn't get to do very long. My real dad know I will achieve them no matter the cost. Thanks to my best friend on here, who should remain nameless for now, you gave me words, advice, and more to life.
2008 remains the deadliest year yet. Many died, my sorrow has cried out to myself over the years of my life, promises don't usually come true . This I know is true .
I was awaken one morning, without a promise to be told, and I sat there alone.....