NO!

A child hood drama.

It was just a dream; I wonder who scream out car! My parents are an amercement. I wish I had the chance to runway as a result, I’ll never see them ever again in my life. What kind of punishment is this, lord? Sometime I feel has if you’re not real. What kind of creator has his child crying day and night, weeks and months? I pray for greatness and my prayers have not yet been answer, but I don’t see the sense of praying.  ‘Boy I tell yuh’  my mother only have time for herself and my father seem to focus all his time on worrying about saving his marriage.

My mother was a lady of no class; money, looks and fame were her only interest. My mom always has my brother and I hide thing from our father. I wish my mother was more like my auntie Paris. My auntie was a phenomenal woman; strong, brave, prideful, intelligent and Diligent. Sometime I’ll dress up in business clothing, let my hair down and walk with my head hale high; with dreams that I’ll be as successful as my aunt. People always say that I look a lot like my mom but I would totally disagree with them. Otherwise from neglect, the only thing my mother gave to me was the maroon hair but no one ever seem to notice my light skin and oval face; why they only notice my maroon nature. Several times, I comb my hair into a Chinese bomb but they never asked me why I do my hair like that. And even if I look like my mother, I am nothing like her.

Since lately, Hundreds of children have gone missing because they were kidnap; some were found and brought back to their home. Other was found dead or still missing. I wonder why some of these kids were never found. Is it because the police do not want to search for those ones? I have not heard of a case where a child runs away from home for a very long time but I know that it could still happen. I had nowhere to go but I knew for sure that I wanted to get far away from these parents and seating in my bedroom crying my eyes out wasn’t going to solve anything.

I wait until it was Wednesday when my parents know that I have extra class and debate club meeting. They will never notice that I am gone. After school, I went to the bus stop. Standing there for hours, waiting on a half-way tree bus to arrive. I kept on asking myself, ‘where are you going?’. I have heard people say that the parish of half way tree never sleeps. There always someone on the road so, I thought it would be safe if I have stayed the night on the side walk. As I was about to change my mind from running way, I look to my right and just in time there was a 32B coming toward the bus stop. I quickly step into the bus, paid my fee and sit at window seat at the back of the bus. On my way going to half way tree, I look outside the window wishing I could stop my millions of thoughts.

The bus had now arrived in half way tree. I went into the park and seat beside a blossom apple tree. It was getting late and I had left my phone at home because I didn’t want anyone to call me. The silence got me frustrated so I toke a book out to read. When I look around I saw a tall and dark man in a black coast. He just sat there quietly looking at me. There was no one around but this man; my mind told me to get up and walk out of the park, so I did. Then I could hear foot steps behind me, I begun to walk even faster than before. Quickly, I look behind me; there was no one but tall buildings behind me, looking down on me.  I waited to see if anyone would show up.  I slowly turn around; the man in the coast appears out nowhere. I scream for someone to hear me. I look to see if I would see anyone jump out of the earth. Unfortunately, no one came to my safety. He pushes out his hands to crab me; I step backward. I Hit him in the head with my red bag and ran out into the road. I heard a vice scream out ‘car!’ the last thing I remember was seeing a bright light and scriptures coming out of that light. I never got to see my parents again. I wonder if they had read my diary by now.  They would cry when they know that I wrote ‘It was just a dream; I wonder who scream out car!  My parents are an embarrassment I wish I had the chance to runway as a result, I’ll never see them ever again in my life. What kind of punishment is this, lord? Sometime I feel has if you’re not real. What kind of creator has his child crying day and night, weeks and months? I pray for greatest and my prayers have not yet been answer, but I don’t see the sense of prayer.