Nima Died : A Short Story : The Story Of A Story

They wanted me to do their homework and we was only in the 2nd or 3rd grade. There was no excuses why they could not do their own. When I turned six years old, everything changed. I was called to the office and when I got there my aunt was standing beside a woman and they were looking and smiling at me. I just looked and smiled back and automatically knew it was my mom. She looked like me and I could not say anything because my heart was just pounding. I just hugged her. Ever since, I would go to my mom’s house, on the weekend, to spend time with her. When I hit 10 years old, I walked in my aunt house after school one day and a man sitting on the sofa and I automatically knew it was my dad. I knew it was him because I knew where he was. He was in jail. He wrote to me and sent pictures. It had me thinking maybe my mom was in jail also because he told me they had a big fight and she had pulled a knife out on him. I do not know why she did not send pictures or ever write

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He stared at me and I at him. Then proceeded to explain to me what had happened. Apparently my mother came home right before my father left to pick up my little sister from school. They fought as usual, however, this time she confessed; my mother had been cheating on my father. That then and there my father, heart sinking into despair, decided it was time for a divorce.

Look stop trying. Talk me out or this bounty.” I give two shits what they use you for. I ain’t got caps and I need them. So unless ya payin more I don’t want to hear it.” Nyame shoved the large bulky male in to the shabby, makeshift bar. The man was taller than her, so she cautiously kept the warned out double barrel deep into his spine. Although it had proven useless when it came to this bounty. The man clearly knew he was wanted alive; so he tested her strength every damn chance he got. The first time he tried was when she attempted to arrest him on the outskirts of another town.

My family and I went to Colorado Spring for christmas break. We packed up all of our stuff then we put it all in the car. When we got done putting all of our stuff in the car we left we got on the highway. As soon as we got on the highway I took a nap. I woke up when we were in Colorado we were almost there. I was talking to my parents until we stop to get gas. I sat in the car until my dad got done filling the car up. We drove for a little bit and we were in Colorado Springs. We drove to my Aunt's house when we got there I took my stuff in the room I stay in. My cousin came from downstairs and said “Hi ” then he went back downstairs. My aunt put on a movie to all watch together. My grandma was cooking something for all of to eat when the movies was over I went to the kitchen to eat. I went to the kitchen table to talk to my dad. When my dad got done eating We heard a knock on the door we answered it and it was on of my uncles and aunts then my cousins walked in.

I jumped out of my bed like a missile and looked out the window so fast that I almost hit my head in the window. I watched all the cars that was passing by. My uncle came to my room and asked me “what is happing here?” he looked at my calendar it was Saturday the day that my dad comes back. “Jonny, I have to talk to you” I looked at him and walked on my bed towers him. He sat on my bed and explained to me that my dad had lied to me that he’ll come back because that sound that I heard at night was your dad fighting with your mom for me, she herds that my dad was mad at me just for a slice of bread so my parents divorced. I looked at my uncle’s eyes, my heart almost stopped, tears slide down my face. I was in my room crying for my dad to come back for 2 hours. Nothing was the same without my dad. When I came back home from school, I cried “I’m here dad … oh” I was alone with my uncle. All the paintings that me and dad were on my wall, I used my step stole to take down the pictures and put it in a shoebox. I could not believe that he abandon me…by a

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

I felt horrible my sister Alexia and I had a huge fight this morning. Next thing I knew she was storming out of the house, slamming the door behind her. I figured that I would just drop it and let her go on a jog to cool off like she normally does. Who could blame her, though I would be upset too if I had to deal with having a sister to busy hating our mother instead of finding answers. Here I was at home doing nothing that's when I heard my phone go off, but it went straight to voice mail . All I heard from my sister was code red and then a bone chilling scream escaped from her lips, what's worse is that she never screams especially like that. Now here I am running through the forest trying to find her that's when I remembered there's a faster way to find her. My heart was pounding in my chest as I was running back to the house I couldn't imagine my life without my older sister not only was she my sister she was my best friend and all I had

I went to the dining room again to put my jacket on and I picked up my jacket and passed the couch to go to the computer. I turned it on to check the time. It was 6:50 on the bottom righthand corner of the computer. My brother was still watching youtube on the xbox 1. I put on my jacket while I was on my way to the stairs to see what my sister was doing. As I was walking up I heard a TV on. I went up to investigate what was going on. I opened my sister’s door and I found both of my sisters watching TV instead of doing what they have to do.

Of course she is crying. I see nothing but blurr, my head is spinning but, I see ketchup all over my shirt, but then realized it was blood. I start to cry and then my dad comes from behind my mother rubbing my back and brushing his hands through my hair. I had never felt so loved by anyone before, so protected. I have three other siblings and I am the middle child so not that much attention was given on me I haven't felt this way before. I was in so much physical pain but so emotionally happy. It was confusing.Through all the blurr I see my dads look of guilt. It was not his fault why does he look like that I asked myself. My mom changed my clothes and gave me some extra clothes of my brothers. Feeling gross, and now looking gross as a five year old I thought I had hit rock bottom. At that moment my parents thought it was about time to take me to the emergency room. WHen we sat in the car my mom would say its ok, you will be fine, but no. I knew that when I got home my brothers were going to kill me for making them leave the beach early. Later that day I got stitches in my head, got hugs from my parents, and got beat up from my brothers. I later thought what does true love mean. I still do not know, but I think it's the way my parents held me after I woke up from when I fainted. They way they made so calm in a way that I should have been screaming. I think love involves pain, from how much pain I felt that day but still was happy when I went to bed with one, not two, but five staples in my

As I ate my Cheerios I wondered where my Dad and Brother where they had left last night without saying a word. My sister Kat was sleeping on the couch of our run down house, my mom was outside smoking her Camel smokes and, my other brother Dayrl was making breakfast in the kitchen. This is how things normally were but, Merle(the brother from before) was starting to act strange and he left us with our abusive Father more often and would come back a week later when he got back he said that he went to do some work but he wouldn't tell us what kind of work it was. A lot of times our Father beat us or mom he was an alcoholic but when we wasn't drunk he was a good guy. As I finished my breakfast Dayrl yelled from the kitchen. "Go wake up your sister!

The next morning I woke up and everyone was still quiet, I got ready for school and went along my way. When I got to school I got called out into the commons area to speak with my teacher. I was horrified, I thought I was in trouble. Our counselor was out there and kept asking me questions about my step dad. I didn’t lie, I told them what he used to do and how he is. She sent me back to class and I didn’t think about it until I got home. When I got off the bus I stopped at my neighbors to play with their dog for a few minutes like I did everyday, but when I got home my step dad wasn’t home. He was always home when I got out of school so I was confused. Hailey was at cross country practice so I was home alone and scared. My mom got off at five so I waited until she got home to ask her what was going on. When she got home she made me go with her pick up Hailey from practice and then she said we had to go somewhere. I thought we were going to get ice cream or something, but it wasn’t a sweet treat. We had to go to this office place. We pulled into the parking lot and my stepdad came out of the building. He

My father came to U.S every year to work. Most of the time spent with my mother and my brothers. I remember when was time for my father to come to the United State and left my family because of work, it was the hardest for me, well not only for me but also for my family. Every time that I saw my father to say goodbye, my behavior changed. Since was the only girl of four brothers. I was most of the time with him, but he always treated all siblings equally. He returned every year to visit my family. The hardest part of my life, started one day when he started to did not feel well, something wrong was with his feet, that he could not even walk and it was sad thing, seeing my father sick, he could not even walk, but he always told me “daughter I am good don’t worry, everything its fine” well that words made me feel better, I knew that he was lying. However, my mind thought positive. All started on a Tuesday, I was eating in the kitchen with one of my brothers, we heard that my mother was calling my brother. She was screaming and my brother runs. Then I went to check if everything was fine, I saw that two of my brothers were trying to open the door of one of the rooms. My mother saw me there and she told me “go away” I saw their behaviors was not good, was scared, but I stayed with her. My brother finally opened the door. My father was trying to commit suicide. After, I saw my father trying to do that, just run, hug him and cried with him, I remember to

My grandpa came and picked me up from practice, then picked Kara up from there practice before the game. Then he just said that dad was sick and mom went home to take care of him. But on the car ride home I knew something was going on. I asked if everything was okay. My grandpa said that dad was just sick. I knew that everything wasn't okay, something is happening because my mom wouldn't went home to take care of dad. When we walked in the door we knew something was wrong. My mom told us to sit down, and my dad to go outside. Then she told us that the police came to our house today and took dad’s phone. That he has done something bad. One night he was drunk and sent a picture to a high school girl of his chest and told the girl to send one back. My mom told my sister that it is up to you but I don't think you should go back to the game tonight. She said that she wanted to stay here with us. It was a Friday so we didn’t half to go back to school tomorrow. But it was all over TV, newspaper, social media. Then when I went back to school that Monday I was doing well, then my teacher asked if I was okay. I said yes at first then, I fell straight to the ground and said know. I asked why would I be okay, my life is over and everybody hates me. My teacher got me up and told me to sit on her lap. She said you are your own person, people love you. Then later it was back in the news

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just