The Gunshot That Changed Me
I was eight years old, asleep in the top bunk of my bed, when I heard guys yelling outside my house. Then pop-pop-pop, and a bullet came smashing through my window landing in the wall just inches above my head.
I was eight years old, asleep in the top bunk of my bed, when I heard guys yelling outside my house. Then pop-pop-pop, and a bullet came smashing through my window landing in the wall just inches above my head.
Him being in jail made my life harder especially since I’m a Daddy’s Girl. I got in more trouble in school, me and my mom got into more arguments, and I was just lost.
When I was 13, my parents got divorced. Before that, my family and my life made sense. School was easy, I wasn’t reserved and I talked to people.
“Don’t ask me who any of these people are, cause I have no idea.” That’s what my brother Nick said…