My Life, Has Just Begun In a Different Way
"Jasmine Marie get your ass down here!" my mother yelled. I groaned clicking save to the novel I was writing on my
computer, and shut the laptop, standing up and walking down the stairs seeing my mother standing next to the
couch where my 14 year old brother Gabe was sitting and holding ice to his eye. I laughed and looked at the blac
k eye that was beginning to forming.
"Why the hell did u do this to him!" she yelled pointing to his face. I shrugged because I really didn't care about him.
"Well first before you go accusing people, know that I found him in my room reading some of my personal stories
and poems and you know how I feel about them! He ripped one of the poems that Dad wrote for me before he died"
I yelled at her. She looked at me with sympathy, but then her face changed to one to rage.
"I don't care you had no damn right to hit him that hard. That was uncalled for Jasmine!" she yelled. I looked at
her stunned; she had basically said that the poem that my Dad wrote for me meant nothing. She was nothing but a
heartless bitch.
"You know what? I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you and him you guys make my life a living hell. After Dad did all you
have done was treat me like shit! What the hell have I've done to you to make u do this to me? I don't deserve this.
I'm moving to go live with Aunt Cam, she offered me a place to live and I want to move back to where we use to live.
I have you! I wish you would have died instead of Dad" I yelled and then ran upstairs into my room. Where I
collapsed on my bed and cried, I can't believe my Dad died. I missed him so much and it's only been 10 months since
he has died from brain cancer. Why did he have to leave me with these horrible people? He understood me, I could
always talk to him when I was upset, but he's not here anymore. I flipped over on my back and looked at my ceiling
for what felt like hours. I heard my door creak open and looked up and saw my Aunt Cam there, she was my dad's
sister. She gave me a sad smile and walked over to me. I hugged her and cried she knew how I felt, she had been
the one I had mostly been able to talk to after he died.
"Are you ok sweetie" she asked and I shrugged she knew how I felt about my mom and my little brother. She
nodded and stood up.
"Well come on and get your stuff packed" she said and smiled slightly. I smiled back as she walked out of the room
giving me time to get my stuff together. It's not like I had much with me, my mom never cared about me. I had little
clothes; I didn't really care what I wore. I grabbed my books, and papers that I had written on and my laptop and
put it into my suitcase. I had so much little of things I only needed one suitcase. It was quite pathetic, I was a 17
years old girl and only had few clothes and only relied on my poems and stories. I sighed and grabbed my suitcase,
shutting off the light and closing my bedroom door and I walked out. I walked down the stairs carrying my stuff with
me; I looked and saw no one in the living room. I sighed and said whatever as I walked out the front door and
toward my Aunt Cam's car. It was the most amazing green ever. I smiled and looked at her putting my suitcase in
the back seat and closed the door and walked to the passenger seat and sitting down. She got in and started the
car, as the car started to drive way I looked back at my old house, realizing that I did not care anymore. That house
meant nothing to me it just made me sad. I turned around and looked front waiting for what my new life had in store
for me. I wonder if it would be better than the one I had at this house. I smiled I know it was going to be better.