A New Journey - Original Writing :: Papers

A New Journey - archetype Writing A journey begins with a step, a voice, a mess or a loved adept. My journey first began with a cry, unintentional what the future beholds, but in the lend the axe, I found myself at a destination which I did not visualise. A destination that was not meant to be. An end that became a new beginning. Please dont do this to me, Ma. I said with a shaky voice. Already annoyed, my mother said, I just cant afford it, ok? But what somewhat my future? If I dont go to college, I wont level(p) withstand one. You know something? You are selfish. All you care nearly is yourself. engender you ever thought about my position? I dont have a job. I dont have a stable in go down. And you know what your father is doing about this? Nothing. Dont talk to me about this now. She said as she walked away. I followed her to the kitchen, unwilling to give in. Im selfish? Youre the one who is selfish Now all you think about is Gary. Im your daughter I came first Im supposed to be number one I shouted. My vision began to blur as a film of raid coated my eyeballs. Why are you doing this to me, Ma? Every time you come home, all you do is talk to Gary. You know Im alone. You know I dont have friends. And now Ive lost you. I might as well be dead. I grumbled. You are just so bloody stubborn Go on. Go hang yourself. She ended the conversation with such hurtful words. With robustious tears streaming out of my eyes, I ran into my room and slammed the door hard. I took out my journal and put in writing everything that had just happened. As I was doing so, I thought about my father I dislike him. It is his fault all this had happened. It was his cruel gesture that caused this mess. How is it that he had the heart to do