The Act of Year THirteen

The day I stepped foot in that door I was filled with joy, 

 and I never thought that it could get worse, 

worse than bickering with my sister,

 worse than my parents struggling to support us. 

Yet it managed to actually get worse, 

I remanisse about this year and all I can think of is all the bad that happened, 

all i can rember is my mom leaving me the pain my sister went through to tell my dad, how much I didn't expect to cry but did endlessly through the night. 

The pain that I had to go through when my mom and aunt B was arguing and kept putting my dad  under water by talking bad things about him.

 The pain  I went through when my aunt was trying to be all buddy buddy with me because of her and my moms brawl, 

leaving me stuck in the middle.

 The pain I had to endure when my aunt P was yelling at me because of how I treat my mom.

 she must not know me at all but she claims to. 

To blame my  mishaps all on my dad saying how he brain washed me and that I should be always backing up my mom in every situation, 

like when she be arguing with my dad.

 yet I only felt brainwashed at that moment when she tried to sway my mind and trust.  When I knew that she was just trying to turn me against my dad with the past.

 I was almost brainwashed by her confictions but my moms sudden disapperence knocked me back into sense. 

I never treated my mom with such ignorance because of my dad but because she always pushed her anger from him onto me. 

The fact that she able to  make my blood boil, 

and how often she made me throb with rage.

 My year was nothing but scrap and I can't find not one thing to make me fell otherwise.

My friends?

 No that drama got me sent to the school counslers office leaving in tears, 

wow wow what a year.

                   Right now I want to give up pursuing happinest all together.                                   

Author's Note

Please ignore grammer problems and use of langauge but rite now my life really sucks