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Alright I feel like posting a book I wrote while back. Back before I had a Gaia profile and met any of you peoples. But first let me tell you WHY I wrote this book so that you get an understanding of what you will be reading so that if you are a homophobi political b***h, you can stop reading before I "curupt" you presious mind with my thoughts a beliefs.
Okay, my life didnt start like most did. During my mum's pregnency with myself, she was told that she must have surgery to remove a tumer behind her premature baby. If she didnt go through with the opperation both herself and her baby would die. I she went through with it then there was an 8 in 10 chance that the baby would die one way or another. Of course she had the opperation in which I was taken out of my mum and then put back in. heh heh I was born twice. The opperation of obviously a success or you would not be reading this, in fact I arrived into the world 6 day AFTER my due date. Growing up I was teased mercelessly by the people who surrounded me. I am jewish and because of that I was picked on. As I began to get older my mum told me I was going to be an older sister. 9 months later I had a sleeping poop machine in my arms. We were best friends and still are. However as we got older so did our cusins. When I was three I went to my cusin's house to help them move in. They had a dog and my dad being an attack dog trainer in the military, thought that all dogs were safe. Due to my arogence I was bit. The fear of dogs went away but the scar remains here today as a reminder to keep your distance when aproching an unfamilier dog. 4 years after this incedent my cusin's Danny and Christopher moved back to San Antonio Texas. About 4 years after that I received intellegence that Danny had gotten aressted for possetion of weed, his older brother Chris was on Heroin and there mother Sue tried to jump out of a moving vehicle. After hearing this I started a log of my day to day life after being put through that. . .I really changed.
Dear Log,
A lot has happened sence I found out Danny was arrested. I feel betrayed and sad ALL the time. He was like a brother to me. Sticking up for me at school, teaching me how to pop whellies on my bike, and just being there for me. I spend most of my time on the computer now, seeing what lies the government is going to force feed us. The governments stench is not just that of smog we addmit into the atomosphere every day, but that of which is a bunch of s**t about a brighter future, less famines, homeless people, and wars. A friend of mine's dad isent coming back from war because our duchbag of a president wouldnt let the pointless war in Iraq stop. I had to hold her hand all day in school, hugging her at times to keep her from hypervenalating. Over and over I would tell her "its gonna be alright Kate" and over and over I would see her glance at her father's picture in her pocket and burst with tears again. I cried too to see my best friend in that much anguish. That was a month ago, now her eyes arent as green as they were, she looks more pale and she is skinnier. I fear for her a lot. One time I asked her if she was hot in a jacket when it was 94 degrees out. She took off her jacket and all I could see was slash marks going up and down her wrists. Her breath stank of beer. Thats when I found out that she was living with her grandmother because her mother had died of an overdose on meds. When she told me she broke down, colapsing into my arms. She weighed nothing, her arms were thin and malnurished. I held her all through recess brushing the hair out of her eyes and telling her to breath. I felt so helpless, watching her breath's coming in strained rasps. When I got home from school I went to my room and cried, not for myself but for her. . . I never cried so hard in my life.
Dear Log,
Hello again. Im 12 now, yeah I know what you are thinking. . . "wow she uses such big words" well I use a dictionary and I read Harry Potter which uses big words. However I cant spell if it could save my life. Now-a-days I spend most of my time reading, its something I can do to escape. I was reading a book on King Auther and decide to draw a picture of him. . . sucked a** but I dont want to be an artist. One day Im going to be a novelist! I'm going to make Kate's anguish heard through out the ears of all the people in the world. She cried again today, her grandfather died of a heartattack at the wheel. "dont let them take you. your hope is the most important thing you have now. It is small and it is fragile but you must never let them take it from you, or they will have won." I told her as she grasped my shirt like a little girl who had lost her puppy. "what have I always told you Kate? when you told me you didnt want to be a painter like your mum suggested?" I asked her. "polititans use the lies to cover the truth up, while artists use them to tell the truth. You got that from a movie right?" After I saw that what I had told her calmed her down I decide that I would become a peer medeator. If I couldnt help the world because of my age, then I would help people who ARE my age.
okay peeps that is for now. tell me if I should continue my log or not. . .kk
 xXx-Nuala-xXx · Fri Mar 28, 2008 @ 02:43pm · 0 Comments |
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