Hidden hope

How the world works

JULY 10 2010

(past)

"Happy birthday", Lola they all shouted. I was so happy that day because I was turning 10 and because I got to celebrate my birthday with my family and friends. There was music, dancing and everybody was happy. Everyone had gotten me presents that were going to be opened soon. I have been planing this day in my head for a long time and I thought nothing was going to ruining this day for me. I called all the kids to gather in the living room so that I could open my presents, while the adult stayed in the party room near the dinning. I opened everyone's present one by one and I loved every one of the presents. "Thank you", I said to every one of them after I opened the presents. My best friend liza who had been my best friend since kindergarten made a scrapbook of pictures of me, her and my family. She also put little quotes that she came up with personally. I got up form the fluffy chair that I sat on then hugged her. I went back to seat down so that I could open my parent's presents

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As I was about to open my parent's presents, somebody had busted down the living room door and fired a gun. I began to panic then I looked for my parent but they were nowhere to be seen. Everybody had run as soon as they heard the gunshot, even my best friend Liza didn't stay with me in my darkest hour. Then all of a sudden I heard another gunshot. I froze in place think maybe my parents had gotten shot, but then I shake that thought out of my mind and continued looking for my parents. I went into the dining and you wouldn't believe what I saw, I started crying again.  It was a bloody sight to see I saw my dad's body lifeless on the ground and 2 bullets through his skull and blood spilling all over the floor making our once white carpet red. While my mom was nowhere to be found. I went over to my dad's body still shocked by what had happened, thinking maybe he was still alive. His once warm and vibrant body was now pale and cold, I kissed my dad on the head where the bullet had gone through. Tears were coming down my face like never before. I just realize that I'm fatherless, I gave my last tribute to my father ready to go and find my mother so that we could get the hell out of here together. I wipe away my tears remembering that my dad would not want me to cry he would want me to be brave no matter what so I did just that. I wiped my tears off and act like a brave little girl my father would have want me to be.