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Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Some crap town in Virgina, US
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From First To last (school project)
From First to Last: By Jeremy Honaker
With a scream and a squall I bursted into this world
The doctor shouted, "It's A boy!"
And my mother sighed in releif
This is my first moment.....
I grew and I grew, all the way up to the roudy age of two
I was as curious as a muskrat
And as energetic as a tiger, for my mother never got a good night of sleep,
Not at least until I grew to the gentle age of 5.....
I was now, quiet and concentrated, and kept to myself
I didn't like to talk, I just liked to get read too, and enjoyed a nice bowl of cereal
My mother would rock me to sleep, and kiss me on my forehead,
At least until I grew to the rotten age of 9
I was mean, and never spoke in my inside voice,
I would play power rangers, and ninja turtles, with my younger siblings,
And my mother didn't get another good night of sleep,
Not at least until I grew to the rebel age of 13
I was disrespectful of my elders, and would argue with my parents for any given reason,
I did terrible things, that I know would have stabbed my mothers heart if she was to ever find out,
Bittersweet years, as I reffer to them as, and as if I wasn't enough to handel my mother was pregnant with another child,
My mother certainly wouldn't get another night of sleep now, especially since she has a new baby, and I was 18
Going to party's with alcohol and drugs, and staying out way past my curfuee, got me into more trouble than I was worth
My new 4 year old baby sister seemed to get on my nerves, along with my two brothers, and I was mean and controlling of them,
But something horrible happend these years..... my father was killed on his way home from work, by a drunk driver..... such a driver was my friend Carl, who was also killed in the crash.... after that, I never touched a can of beer, nor even thought about drugs again.
Now just graduating colleage, I was the age of 25,
Happy, and naive at times, but it didn't bother me, for I was just starting out in the real world, and had big hopes and dreams, and it seemed no one could stop me from reaching my goals,
Immeadiatly after finishing colleage, I started a company, that eventually became a success,
My mother was very proud knowing that I had made something of my life, but eventually things changed,
It all went down hill at about the age of 39.....
My bussiness went bankrupt, and my pockets were empty,
My wife devoriced me, to be with another woman,
and my youngest brother Donald was diagnosted with a brain tumor, eventually dying from it, at the age of 22.
Life didn't get any beter..... at least not until I was 38.....
I started working at a small convienent store, getting paid little but it was ok, because nothing was complicated, and life was very easy, staying on a scheduel, and nothing ever changing, made my days seem to go by faster, and I was just fine with that,
I hardly ever heard from my 70 year old mother now, nor did I ever hear from my brother Kyle, who now had children, and my sister Libby, who just got out of colleage, but it was ok, because as long as I didn't get attatched to something, I guess I wouldn't have to let go, this made heart aches a rare thing for me.
But it was this year that I made my best friend, Sammy, the copperspaniel puppy that I found roaming in the parking lot of the apartment that I lived in...
Life was so simple, and easy, until.... the age of 49.
My mother passed away, from cancer, and my nephew who I had only met once was now addicted to drugs.
It was just me and ol' sammy boy, living lonsome with eachother, and I was now jobless, reciving social security checks to keep me going.
That year didn't get beter, it only got worse, when sammy, my only friend, was hit by a car, on a walk to the park.... I was so devestated, and didn't eat for days, but then I figured sammy would have wanted me to be happy, and healthy, so I slowly began trying to get over his death.
Life was no longer easy, but it was harsh, and impossible to get by, and things didn't get beter when I turned 65......
I was diagnosted with a rare heart disease, that made your white blood cells die, and weakend your heart, making me have countless heart attacks, and finally got infected with cancer in my lungs.
Laying in a hospital bed, with an I.V stuck into my arm, I realized that it was my time to leave this world.
I closed my eyes, and told myself, its ok, you have lived a long life..... while my eyes were still shut, I smelt the pretiest fragrence I have ever smelt in my life, and I heard my buddy sammy barking. My mother and fathers voice rang into my ear, and the harmony of angels singing graced my presence...
This was my last moment.....
=This is a rough draft for a school short story assighnment, which was supposed to be a poetry thing, but i ended up with this.... is this presentable?=
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As I took a deep breathe of smoke from my cigarette, and squinted my eyes, I pulled the trigger and the rest is a blurry mess of fury in my memory....... all I can remember saying is ShotgunShotgun....
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