There once was a girl named Chance. Her life was full of bumps. Her mother was a drug addict and her father was an alcoholic. Even being the only child, she struggled to encourage herself to even get out of bed to make it to school on time. This is a story about my life, and my name is Chance.
August 29, 2016
You should know that I don’t like to write dates. Anyway, today was the first day of school for me (third grade). Mrs. Carmon gave us our first assignment, which was to start a journal. She said that we could write anything in our journals but we should write more about our feelings or what we did today. Well, today, I’m in the same class as Bella, my BFF. I also got to pick out where I sit, which is near Mrs. Carmon’s desk and Bella sits next to me to my right. To my left, was a boy named Nick. But other than that, we learned everybody’s names, and we wrote a little autobriography about ourselves. I was also assigned class monitor! My job is to make sure the room is clean and tidy at the beginning and end of class everyday and also to turn on and off the lights.It really feels good to be the leader for once. At least mom is appreciative of it. But dad wasn’t. As usual, he was drunk when I went home. Mom tried to calm him down when he was yelling at me but I was later sent to my room to do my HW. Then my mom took her anger out on me after she had taken her drugs. I don’t know what I’m going to do in the future with my parents.