How it feels to be messed up me

I felt like posting this because why not.

HOW IT FEELS TO BE MESSED UP ME

 

By Jay Johnson

 

            I remember the day I became a messed up child. Growing up made me realize a

few things. One, I’m not I child anymore and, two, I have just as many problems as

anyone else in the world. I believe it all started when I was four years old. I was at

“Nancy’s Day Care” while my mom was at work. I was running around, like any other

four year old, when all of a sudden I smacked my head into a sharp, wooden pole. I can’t

remember how many stitches I had to have put in my head, probably due to how hard I

hit my head.

            When I was around 7, maybe younger, I went to “R E Benet”, a school in

Washington that was an all white school. Somehow I ended up in a racist school. Some

kids picked me on because I had a friend who was dark skinned. My mother wanted me

out of that school badly, so she put me in a “Christian school”. The school was horrible; I

had hours of homework and I was still treated horrible. I also learned a lot of “fun” words

at that so called “Christian school”.

            Around that same time I had moved up to Oregon to live with my dad,

Step mother, brother, and sister. My mom was devastated when I left when I got to

Oregon.

my first few weeks were really scary because I had no friends and nobody I knew. One

day my step mom told me I should go out and make some friends. I rode my bike over to

“Patterson Elementary” and met a kid named Jordan that just so happened to be my age

as well. Later on that day he introduced me to his brother, Justin. We became very good

friends. In the years of our friendship we played Pokemon, video games and just hung

out. Later on I met Jake, Cameron, and Mike who also became my friends.

            I also remember the day Justin and Jordan moved. I know this sounds funny, but I

cried. Not long after that, when I was 12ish, my half step uncle moved in. I realize that

it’s a mouthful to say so I just call him “uncle” Darrel. My “uncle” Darrel moves in to

our house due to him losing his job so I was forced to leave my room (more like kicked

out) and share a room with my brother. While he was living in our house he acted like a

jerk that hated all humanity. He treated us like crap, kind of like what face looks like.

Yes, he’s very ugly. His face looks like brunt leather due to him abusing drugs in his

early years. I know he’s tried meth, pot, speed, and god knows what else. He’s also kind

of messed up in the head too because he always claps or snaps his fingers, humming

some 1960’s song while he walks or while he’s watching TV.

            One night while my “uncle” was still living with us I had a stomachache that was

so bad that I had to throw up. As I was running I tripped and threw up on the carpet

making a mess. My “uncle” came out of his room screaming because I was “making to

much noise.” Finally my “uncle” moved out (thank god).

            In my messed up life I’ve done some really stupid stuff. One time I vandalized

public property with a marker. It may sound petty, but I got into a lot of trouble. The

other time the Hillsboro P.D harassed me; I was framed for something I didn’t do. They

threw me in the back of a cop car and about 30 minutes later they let me go realizing that they go the wrong guy and they didn’t even say sorry. Lets just say I frown on the Hillsboro P.D. Currently my 16^th birthday is coming up and I have to say I’m existed. But I’ve

realized one thing; My life could be a lot worse.

Author's Note

This is something I did for me english class and I felt that I might as well post it

Reviews

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

This has an odd reminscent wandering feel about it. As though you're sat with a glass of whisky just looking back over some important moments in your life. I'm not entirely sure what the point of it was but it was well written.

[unspokenguilt]

i'm curious to how the teachers face looked, when she read this

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Interesting, to say the least.

[Nicole]

Even though I already reviewed this, I want to do it again. Aha.
Reading more into it now.. instead of my normal speed reading..anywho!
The last line, "My life could be a lot worse." Gave it a kick.
I mean..my lifes pretty messed up, but hey..it could always be a lot worse. :)
I enjoyed reading this again..haha.

[Nicole]

what an interesting life story...lol.