Life can be terrible ,can break you till you crave death, can make you question the world. but my dear friend remember what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. show the world you are stronger then it's punches if cruelty. fight back for your courage, for honor. Never let anything break who your are, never let your spirt fly away from you hands. fight for what's left of you to show how strong you are face evil and don't back down. laugh at terrible times to bring life back to you. you might make someone else feel strong. help those in need. show who you are and don't back down. climb a mountain and scream with all you lungs 'that you'll never give up, will always fight for what you believe is right. Shout like you never did before. shout your fears to let them go. shout you desires to make them clear. shout you passion to make it grow. shout you mind to confirm who you are. shout you love to let it bloom. shout you grieve to let it go to some one else. shout till you can't shout no more. dance, sing , whatever till you can't no more. test you limits till you know where you can't reach where you can. do what you can to show you will not back down with out a fight. show who you are and be proud and smile to show you care and will never be effected till you can't no more or when death strikes but never stop dancing, shouting, sing ,or what ever you do till you are happy and care for the world. just be your self! Let no one get to you or break you down with out a fight.®
- ®my very own quote
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"Good morning girls." Lora's dad says to us when we get down stairs.
"Good mornin'", I say back.
"So have you been working on your project ,yet?" Lora's mom ask. Lora nodes her head will I look down at my feet I was so busy I forgot abot the project! We only have a few more weeks till school is over.
But the thought of forgetting or late projects remind me of my past with my father..
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I was huddled in a corner at dusk near the wall window with the white curtain blowing from the wind of the air-conditioner. my father in front of me ,spitting on me, hitting me, yelling at me, and even worst he was just chocking me a minute ago. why did I have to forget about that project! I hate projects with passion cause ever time I have one or forget about one I get beaten! I hate them with every cell in my body! I used to love them they used to bring my family together,but know it just tears my skin & heart about.
Pain. searing pain. my cheek felt like it was fire.
My father called me name. names I would never call someone else or even what to repeat.
Soon I can't hear cause the pain my body was in. my father yelling something I can't hear. spit that burned my leg, a kick that broke my arm, a slap that tore my cut on my cheek, a throat that was fighting for air, tears that burn my torn skin, a blurry vision, a man I used to love and called daddy laughing and bring this pain and agony it was pure betrayal.
People wonder why I can't trust. Well why don't they look at me look closely to see my hidden limp, the scars that are hidden, my crooked nose, my swollen eye and why doesn't it look like I hit my self with a door?, the cut I have on my cheek, the flinch I have when a hand goes to me or throw to me, the broken eyes, my trebling lip do they really think I still grieve my mothers death? Don't they wonder where those scar she had that showed on her skin on her death bed? Or they to blind to think there's a monster under there beloved Mayer?
They question why I where a coat/jacket or long sleeve shirt and long pants every day. don't they see the whip scar on my leg when my pant are lifted up when I rube it on something are the my flinch or pain face, the scars that are shown barely from under the coat or shirt?
I feel my throat lose a fight for a scream that runs threw my clinch teeth and close mouth. sounds like a hiss then a roar when a burning snake of pain whip my back making me lose my breath. another whistling rope bring the burning snak of pain come to life in my skin. another after another till I feel nothing. and then every things black.
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I pull my long sleeve shirt down to make sure my scars don't show. I keep my face from showing any emotion while geting bacon on eggs from Lora's mom.
I sit next to Lora while they talk they try to get me to talk but I just stuff my mouth with food. I can't stop think that I have become an emotionless robot, that was till my dear friend, lora, starts talking about the band pratice we have and I smile and talk with them about what we are going to do.
Oh I forgot to tell y'all me and Lora are section leaders of the band I'm the section leader for flutes while Lora's the section leader of the clarinets.
I can feel some of my self give a way at the talk of music ,but some parts of me will never let loose for it doesn't want a betrayal like what my father did. Almost every one knew, now. they mostly don't talk it about it because I have always been the good,nive caring person and they were stuned to learn the truth of there beloved mayor ,my father . he doesn't even deserve me calling him father, dadsy, or even dad! Or him to say I'm his little girl or daughter!
I almost broke the glass of chocolate milk. which shows my 'adopted' family I was think about my past. sheeses! My adopted dad sighs knowing I'm never going to let it go.
"I'm going to my room to finish the", my hand grabs the glass so hard I think is going to break and my voice become of pure hate," the stupid dang project." I basically growl get up to my room. my adopted family aka my bbf's ,lora's, family all sighed knowing why I hate projects I basically still have a scar carve in my skin to show why.