A New Journey - Original Writing :: Papers

A New Journey - Original Writing A journey begins with a step, a voice, a fantasy or a loved sensation. My journey first began with a cry, un retireing what the future beholds, plainly in the end, I found myself at a destination which I did not visualise. A destination that was not meant to be. An end that became a naked beginning. Please dont do this to me, Ma. I said with a shaky voice. already annoyed, my mother said, I just cant afford it, okay? But what almost(predicate) my future? If I dont go to college, I wont even take up one. You know something? You are selfish. All you care about is yourself. Have you ever ideal about my position? I dont have a job. I dont have a stable income. And you know what your father is doing about this? Nothing. Dont talk to me about this now. She said as she walked away. I followed her to the kitchen, unwilling to give in. Im selfish? Youre the one who is selfish Now altogether you think about is Gary. Im your daughter I came first Im supposed to be number one I shouted. My vision began to blur as a film of tear coated my eyeballs. wherefore are you doing this to me, Ma? Every time you come home, all you do is talk to Gary. You know Im alone. You know I dont have friends. And now Ive confounded you. I might as well be dead. I grumbled. You are just so bloody stubborn Go on. Go touch yourself. She ended the conversation with such hurtful words. With uncontrollable tears blow out of my eyes, I ran into my room and slammed the door hard. I took out my daybook and put in writing everything that had just happened. As I was doing so, I thought about my father I hate him. It is his fault all this had happened. It was his cruel gesture that caused this mess. How is it that he had the heart to do