Gloomy days passed my eyes with tears, I didnt understand why. Trying to show others that life is fair, a lie I have embedded in my heart. They saw me out having no problem but in my room, I hid it all under my pillow. Day by day having it all as Im to see my last, the time is very short Im gathering all that is to be a pleasant memory for tomorrow. If ever the clock rang early, Ill be happy for I have committed less crime and my backpack is at the side of my door where I can pick it up easily. Then, I can go to stand at the court in front of the judge to have the verdict upon me.
What could I forget if I packed it up early before I sleep? And if its battery went out Ill be lucky for I can still work out for my misdeed and do it better. Where have I been, these eyes were red? Sleeping too much that when I woke up Ill be seeing my youth for the last time. What have I done? Nothing, I may say. I should have moved on with my feet that early so that now Im not that much in the hurry. I thought I can escape my troubles by looking away from it but it didnt work, it followed me. As for that moment, I asked myself, “why is life so hard and unfair?” I could not answer.
As I moved on pretending to know I have no problem, I fell to a hole where I thought it was my last breath that I caught. The place was dark that the sky is all that I can reach up. I remembered that there is no way out of this. I must help myself. I reached up with all my adrenaline flowing through my body but still it didnt work, I prayed to God and a moment passed, someone extended a hand for me and I made it out. Should I still say that life is unfair? Maybe I was the one unfair, leaving my problems behind and letting others to solve them for me. There are many things that I should have done but I have realized it late.
The Review on Book Report Everyday Life In Early America
Tensions of people living under the British government in the reconstruction period led people to leave the small island to journey over to the "New World." The introduction of the book described the general motives of people who left Britain. Some reasons were economic pressure, starvation, and to get away from religious restrictions among other reasons. The new arrivals to the "New World" ...
It was not really that late for my case because I was given a chance to do my best and now Im not trying my best but Im giving my best as long as I could. Those tears were for the times, times that I let to die..