chance

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.

PART TWO

August 31, 2016

Today was interesting. Shawn (sits behind me) was coloring his connect the dots giraffe and I needed the the color yellow. So I turned around and asked Shawn for a yellow crayon. That was when Nick said to me,

“You shouldn’t ask Shawn for a crayon! He has cooties!” 

Me: “He does not!"

Nick: “Does too!"

I took the crayon anyway and told Shawn,

Me: “Don’t listen to him. I’ll be your friend forever and ever!"

He smiled at me. I was happy that I could make him feel better. When I got home, I told mom and dad what happened. Mom smiled and said,

Mom: “I’m so proud of you that you are setting an example to others!"

After she said that, she gave me a hug!!! A HUG! I was so happy. Dad smiled a little but went back to his drinking. Right now, I’m writing in this journal obviously. But I just hope that mom and dad will change their ways and know that they are supposed to be an example to me...