When I first saw were I lived I only thought one thing , freezing !
I was born 1997 New York Syracuse , I was the first grandson born
and was officially favorite by my grandparents . as I grew older we moved to South Carolina for more space when my brother was born in 1998 .
My brother and me did some crazy things when we were young such as paint the ceiling surprisingly not a drip of paint , and when I just got all my toys like bikes , or skates , my uncles always broke them the next day . Soon enough our neighbors complained too much so my family moved to North Carolina were I turned 5 years old .
The house my family lived in was not so big , with small bedrooms , and bathrooms , a medium size garage and back yard . but it was big enough to live in for a few years . The more I grew older the more cash flew out the window , due to buying expensive items such as drums , guitars , computers , and cammeras .
I always enjoyed practicing the drums 3 hours a day it was tough , and tricky , but after a while it was like being at a rock concert without missing a single note .
As I became more better at the drums the sound of them ricochette
from my room to the out side of my house , and the neighbors next door to me complained and bawled for me to stop drumming for a few months .My parents were not so happy at them , even I didnt care what they thought , it was my dream to become a drummer and its not going to stop .
As my 2nd quarter of intermediate school was comming to end , march 27 became the worst day of my life.
My grandmother died of cancer , I'm not sure wich one , but it was like being in a nightmare I could never escape from.
I could only remember the tears dripping slowly down my cheek
and my fist turning into an earthquake as I stare down at her grave trying to say goodbye.
After my grandmothers death , life became more stressful because of end of school grade test comming up . I remember staying up late in night trying to study , but I keep on thinking of my grandmother and crying myself to sleep hoping she would come back . Some how I manage to survive the test with a score of 3 and a 4 , and passed 6th grade.
Now a year has been past into 7th grade .
My first year of middle school.
Once I started middle school things started to change . More work , home work , projects , harder questions , more strict rules , and worst of all terrible lunches . Although things became rough for me my teachers gave me some help and I got used to it .
So now as I write this story , I relize that I have had some bad things happen and silly things I could never forget about , but somtimes
even through the hardest pains I would never let them keep me worried about what happens in the futer .
