Dlav123
10-05-2008, 03:09 PM
The frigid wind blows across my red cheeks. I lay there on the streets without food or drink. I have nothing to live for. My life is in the hands of the people who pass me. I hope that God will shed his blessing on me and shower me in his glory. I live for god and it feels as if I don’t. My house has been burned down. My life has been stolen by thieves. I have no identity. I am not even known to man. I feel the urge to commit suicide. I guess you can call me an emo. God has saved me from the pain by turning it to a mere dream. I wake up in the mist of midnight terrified to blink. Tears run down my chin and I wish my parents were back. I remember everything as if it was yesterday.
“Jake wake up your going to be late for school”
“Coming”
“Are you going to eat breakfast?”
“No thanks dad, I’m not really hungry”
I scurried down the stairs ready for the first day of school. New York is a tough place to live. It takes over an hour just to get to school. I ran outside and toke 2 shots at the basket. Swish, Swish the basket yelped. My dad started the car. The engine roared with such might that the back seat vibrated like a back massager.
i think im going to keep going with the story but do u like it?
“Jake wake up your going to be late for school”
“Coming”
“Are you going to eat breakfast?”
“No thanks dad, I’m not really hungry”
I scurried down the stairs ready for the first day of school. New York is a tough place to live. It takes over an hour just to get to school. I ran outside and toke 2 shots at the basket. Swish, Swish the basket yelped. My dad started the car. The engine roared with such might that the back seat vibrated like a back massager.
i think im going to keep going with the story but do u like it?