This I Wonder Essay
On this page is my This I wonder Essay final draft and the links to all my writing that led up to the final draft
A list of major decisions I made in my life
To Live Or Die
Opening Scene To This I Wonder
This I Wonder Draft #1
This I Wonder Essay Draft #2
To Live Or Die
Opening Scene To This I Wonder
This I Wonder Draft #1
This I Wonder Essay Draft #2
This I Wonder
I was on my way home from work walking down the street. The streets were calm more calm then usual. The sun was setting and very muggy but with a slight breeze. Dark clouds were appearing in the distance. A summer storm was approaching. I could hear the big church bell ringing letting everyone know that it was eight o’clock. As I came upon my house I noticed that the enclosed porch looked unusual, the door was opened which was never opened for we always used the back door. I got closer only to find that there was two trash bags in the door way and some other stuff from my room. I figured my mom finally got to my room and saw the mess under my bed and in my closet and got tired of it and to teach me a lesson she put all of it in trash bags. When I went in their was nothing but silence. I saw my mom and my dad sitting at the dining room table. My dad was supposed to be at work like he always was during the week. I could feel the tension in my dads voice as he asked me to sit, they needed to talk to me. I knew it was serious or else one of them would be talking to me. It was then that I was told my dad had to make a decision and it was for him to leave with me or I was to leave by myself. My dad and I always had a good relationship with each other and at times it felt like my mom was jealous of that. We would spend at least half of his only day off together, whether it was throwing and kicking the football around or just talking. I always felt that my mom treated me different because of my dads attention. I never knew until than how deep it was. I was devastated that my mom would even have my dad make that decision. I was only 16 and almost everything that I was accused of I didn’t do but in the same sense I couldn’t tell them it was my sister. That wasn’t who I was and for it to be that serious I felt my sister couldn’t handle making such a decision. I wasn’t going to make my dad make that decision, I knew how he felt and he wasn’t the type of man to leave his family when he still had to support my other sisters who were still young. So I made the decision for him and said I would leave.
My sister Jenn was always good at getting me to leave things alone and to stop yelling and arguing with my mom. I was closer to her then any of my other sisters, we were like best friends. I would do anything for her and thought she would do the same. In the end I learned we were just the opposite and she felt a different way.
I walked out with one little bag and some other items. I thought to myself where am I going to go and what am I going to do. I was so mad at the reasons that led up to this point, that I couldn't be trusted alone in my own house for things were turning up missing like my parent’s alcohol, cigarettes and money. My mom and dad knew I smoked and thought I was the only one that did, when in fact the only one that didn’t was my youngest sister. I took all the blame when my parents found or smelled anything that had to do with cigarettes. When ever I was accused of doing something in my house whether I did it or not I never told them who did I just took the punishment for I always thought my sisters couldn’t handle it. I use to think that if it got to bad they would confess to get me out of it. This never happened. In taking the blame for this situation I would have hoped Jenn would have come to them and told them it wasn’t me but her, but she didn’t my own sister my best friend. How could she do this to me, knowing what was going to happen. I realized she didn’t come forward because she wasn’t as strong as me and wouldn’t be able to make it on her own. I took my stuff and went to my friends house. I offered his parents rent and to help with things around the house and they were more then pleased to have me live their.
With me making the decision to leave my parent’s house on my own I often wonder what if I would have just told them my other sister did all those things? Maybe I would still be their. What if I would have just sat down with my mom and asked her why or told her how I felt about the way she acted when my dad and I would hang out? Would things have been different between her and I. Would I be the person I am today? Would my sister have turned out differently then what she is today? Acting like everybody owes her and she could do no wrong and does no wrong. Would I be the strong, depended and helpful person I am today? I often wonder this almost every time I hear of somebody who is missed placed or has no where to live or a home.
My sister Jenn was always good at getting me to leave things alone and to stop yelling and arguing with my mom. I was closer to her then any of my other sisters, we were like best friends. I would do anything for her and thought she would do the same. In the end I learned we were just the opposite and she felt a different way.
I walked out with one little bag and some other items. I thought to myself where am I going to go and what am I going to do. I was so mad at the reasons that led up to this point, that I couldn't be trusted alone in my own house for things were turning up missing like my parent’s alcohol, cigarettes and money. My mom and dad knew I smoked and thought I was the only one that did, when in fact the only one that didn’t was my youngest sister. I took all the blame when my parents found or smelled anything that had to do with cigarettes. When ever I was accused of doing something in my house whether I did it or not I never told them who did I just took the punishment for I always thought my sisters couldn’t handle it. I use to think that if it got to bad they would confess to get me out of it. This never happened. In taking the blame for this situation I would have hoped Jenn would have come to them and told them it wasn’t me but her, but she didn’t my own sister my best friend. How could she do this to me, knowing what was going to happen. I realized she didn’t come forward because she wasn’t as strong as me and wouldn’t be able to make it on her own. I took my stuff and went to my friends house. I offered his parents rent and to help with things around the house and they were more then pleased to have me live their.
With me making the decision to leave my parent’s house on my own I often wonder what if I would have just told them my other sister did all those things? Maybe I would still be their. What if I would have just sat down with my mom and asked her why or told her how I felt about the way she acted when my dad and I would hang out? Would things have been different between her and I. Would I be the person I am today? Would my sister have turned out differently then what she is today? Acting like everybody owes her and she could do no wrong and does no wrong. Would I be the strong, depended and helpful person I am today? I often wonder this almost every time I hear of somebody who is missed placed or has no where to live or a home.