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Under the bed My first dog, a black lab with a white sripe on her stomach, named Cleo. She was big; I was small. We were perfect playmates for eachother. I would run around the house and she would chase me. My mom would yell "Dani stop running around the house or you are going to stand in the cornor". I hated the corner, for one I had to stand for a whole hour, and two it was so boring. But whenever i got in trouble, which was frequently, Cleo would come lay by me. But those were the younger days . The year i went to kindergarten everything changed. Cleo would just always sleep. She rarely ran with me anymore. The only thing that she would do was greet me at the door. One day i came home from school and couldn't find Cleo anywhere. I ran franticly around the house looking, I screamed to my mom " Where is Cleo?" hesistantly she answered " She's under my bed sleeping." I looked and i didn't see her. I looked everyday and never saw her. I don't remember when or how I got to this conclusion but I realized Cleo died. That day I cried for hours. From that day forward I realized what death really was and how it affected people. It also is the frist time I remember my mom lying to me.
Mirror Images I watched as my mother applied this red stick to her lips. It was a pretty red and it made her smile. I wanted to smile too so I decided to lay with it. My mom placed the stick on the counter and left. I walked into the bathroom and tried to reach it but i wasn't tall enough. And it was the one time I wished i wasn't two years old and short. I made a new plan. I climbed the toliet and made my way on to the counter. I finally reached the red stick. I touched it and it was mushy. Then I saw the mirror. Since the red stick made my mom smile, I decided to draw smiley faces. I stood up and drew them all over the mirror. After I finished my masterpiece I wrote mom on the mirror. I wanted to show her what I drew. I got down and looked for my mom but she found my masterpiece before I found her. And out of nowhere she started screaming at my sister saying why did she use her new lipstick to draw on the mirror. My sister ket saying she didn't do it But my mom kept insisting that my sister did because I didn't know how to draw perfect circles or spell. My sister didn't get to eat dessert or read boks after a certain time for one week. (My sister loved to read, everytime I saw her she was reading.) So I always gave my sitster my dessert that whole week because for seem reason i felt bad. Untill later I figured that feeling was called guilty. I didn't like that feeling at all so I decided to try my best to do the right thing because i never wanted to feel that way again. My mom never found out the truth until I was in Ninth grade about the ictures on the mirror.
Siblings Sister to sister following her every step late nights of talking forever shopping taking care of me sister to brother videogames, no way! anime,ugh don't understand I know his likes , he knows mine but we can't find a mutual thing.
Floods Boxes, moving trucks, new school, new friends was once a continuous cycle for two years of my life. This was especially hard for me since I was nine years old. It caused me to grow up a lot faster than other nine year olds. I rarely got to enjoy the little things in life, like playing or hanging out with my friends . Sometimes I would look out the window and watch the neighborhood kids as they played basketball and jump rope, and laugh carefree as I had to worry about the harsh realities of life. My mother had to work two jobs so that my brother, my sister and I could live in safe neighborhoods and away from anyone who use to know us so he couldn't find us. After a couple of months in one place, some how he would find us and we would have to move again. So when we finally moved to a place where he didn't find us in a couple of months it was wierd. What do you do when your life has been a continuous pattern for so long and you discover there is a missing piece? You start a new pattern. My mother, sister, brother and I started our life again without our major worry being if he is going to find us again. During our second year living in that one house a storm came through. The rain came down for a whole day. It floode our whole street when I walked outside the rain almost came up to our front porch. My sister and I decided to go play in the huge puddle on our street. The puddle was almost four feet deep. As my sister and I were having the most fun I had ever expierenced in life just splashing and jumping in that puddle, my mom, brother, and dog came and joined us. We were laughing and, having fun. I had no worries and for once, in a long time, I was the neighborhood kid playing basketball and jump rope, laughing carefree.
Around the Kitchen table After eight years of serving the needs my family, our oak wood kitchen table no longer represented my good childhood memories. The same day our kitchen table was destroyed my childhood did too. Coming home from school I noticed police cars and ambulances parked on my street, which wasn't too unusual ( i didn't live in that good of a neighborhood) but what was, was that they were all by my house. Curiously, I walked into the kitchen to see a disatourous scene. Four chairs broken into bits and pieces scattered among the floor, two holes in the wall and a little blood spattered the table. When I looked at the table I remember me drawing ictures on the underside of the table, having family dinners, talking and laughing, and playing monopoly. As I walked further into the kitchen I saw the engravings in the table, from the years of doing homework at the table, surrounded by the blood. I was so confused. I immediately went to look for my mom who was surrouneded by police and paramedics. I looked at her in amazement, she had green, purple, and black spots all over her from her face to legs, blood leaking from her head and hair was all tangled up around her head . I didn't know what to do i wanted to hug my mom and cry but I was afraid I was going to hurt her even more. Around the table ,my mom explained to my sister and I that her husband had tried to kill her. Before this incident my mom's husband had hit her multiple times before but for some reason she never made a big deal out of the situation. But this time it was serious. Sitting there I realized that I no longer could be carefree. Three days after the incident her husband was released from jail. He came back to our house but the police kept watch for us when they heard he was released . A week after he was relased he tried to come after us again so we had to move. And everytime we moved he somehow would find out where we were. For the next two years of my life my mom, sister, little brother and I moved place to place to escape him.
