When thinking about the way life must be, you have to take in many factors. The factors of love, hate, life, and death. With out these factors the way of life the human is living would be bland and soon said human would fall into depression. Without love, said human would be lonely. Without life, the human wouldn't have anything to life for and the cycle would die as the human would never feel the joy and love of raising a child. Without hate, the human will never learn how to deal with their problems, they need a fiery motive to get things done. Without death, humans will never learn how to move on, they need to accept other's passings and take a new role of life upon themselves and with death the circle closes. So why is it that these humans have such a hard time with accepting all of these factors?
My life is a grade A example of all of these factors. I love my family. They gave me life, the greatest gift they could have. Then in an accident they all died. Now, I hate all police officers. What happened? Well, it's still a bit of a mystery to even me, and I was there. Two years ago, on my 17th birthday, the police knocked our door down. Dad and my brother, Sean, seemed to know why they were there. Sean pulled out a gun, a gun! I had never before seen a gun in my life! Mum pulled me into another room and gave me all the money we had. She told me to run, she gave me a bag with all my cloths and told me that nothing here was my fault. Then we heard a gun shot from the other room, and another. Mum screamed and ran out, telling me to go. I jumped out the window as she ran in. I was about halfway down the street when I heard another gun shot and then total silence.
That was two years ago. Now I'm 19 and always dread May 8th, my birthday. That day
everything bad happens, I don't know how, it just does. So now I'm just a nomad. I've been traveling all over the US. Now I'm somewhere in Oklahoma. Not sure where. I still have the same backpack and half the money that Mum gave me. I'm a little low on supplies. I need to go get a new compass. Sadly, I have dropped my old one in a river. Yes, a river. I didn't feel the need to spend any money on it so I just looked for the nearest store. I walked around a bit, it was pretty busy so when I quickly swiped the compass and was on my way. What day was it? I looked at the nearest newspaper and almost screamed.
May 8th.
A small tear rolled down my face and I brought a hand up and slapped myself. Crying was not an option. Happy 20th birthday Piper. It was now dark as I walked down the street, looking for something that could be a shelter to me for the night.
All of a sudden there was a loud sound that pervaded the area. It took me a moment to realize it was a car horn. I whipped around and let out a scream of shock. A truck was headed right at me. I tried to run but me feet seemed to be unable to move. I closed my eyes and braced myself for what would come next.
BAM!
I know it's a bit short but the next one it going to be longer. Any feed back? All comments welcome, except flames of course. ;-)
-Jasmine