So it's 3:00 on january 3rd,a cold one too, and here I am sitting in this uncomfortable wood chair in this huge line. What are you waiting for you ask. A concert? A new resteraunt? The dignity to say you have been standing in line for five hours? Not even close. Im sitting here in this broken wooden chair to get on a ship to go to america. Yes, america. The people who eat 1 dollar cheese burgers that you can buy from almost every street corner in america. Here in france, we take pride in our food instead of saying "how full will it make me and how fast can I get into my mouth." My mom and dad are standing behind me in line all bundeled up. My mom is a profesional mime and she has decided that she was tired of all the scilence and one day,
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Dad didn't want to move and thought she was very stubborn not to just shut up and go back to work. They got in a huge fight and dad left. We packed up our things and headed out to the station to get on a boat. We didnt make it a block until he pulled up beside us in the car and said if we were gonna move, he was gonna come with us. So here we sit at the the boat dock on broken wood chairs, ready to board. We still had another 5 hours, and there was allready a line a mile long. We dont have much; the most expensive thing we have is our horse drawn cairage. There are two horses that pull the car, Lesco and Fasco. Lesco is 6 years old, with a long blonde coat and crystal blue eyes. Fasco is 8 years old and has a short gray coat with black eyes. Fasco has been in a wreck before and we are really lucky that he survived. As you can probably tell, horses are my …show more content…
Me and dad decided to go fetch some some breakfast while mom held our place in line. I dont usualy spend much time with my mom and dad. Most of the time I am out riding my horse or doing anything else. My parents hate me, Its like they have a dissease. We have a candle in the living room that never melts. Its all cool and all, but my parents just stare at it all day. Its like it has magic powers. I tried to sit with them and watch it but I was very nicely told to shove off. I tried to adapt to the addiction by buying them new candles, but they never use them. I tried talking to them while they stare at the candle but they just dismissed it. I really dont understand. Maybe because we cant afford to go to plays and
Dad didn't want to move and thought she was very stubborn not to just shut up and go back to work. They got in a huge fight and dad left. We packed up our things and headed out to the station to get on a boat. We didnt make it a block until he pulled up beside us in the car and said if we were gonna move, he was gonna come with us. So here we sit at the the boat dock on broken wood chairs, ready to board. We still had another 5 hours, and there was allready a line a mile long. We dont have much; the most expensive thing we have is our horse drawn cairage. There are two horses that pull the car, Lesco and Fasco. Lesco is 6 years old, with a long blonde coat and crystal blue eyes. Fasco is 8 years old and has a short gray coat with black eyes. Fasco has been in a wreck before and we are really lucky that he survived. As you can probably tell, horses are my …show more content…
Me and dad decided to go fetch some some breakfast while mom held our place in line. I dont usualy spend much time with my mom and dad. Most of the time I am out riding my horse or doing anything else. My parents hate me, Its like they have a dissease. We have a candle in the living room that never melts. Its all cool and all, but my parents just stare at it all day. Its like it has magic powers. I tried to sit with them and watch it but I was very nicely told to shove off. I tried to adapt to the addiction by buying them new candles, but they never use them. I tried talking to them while they stare at the candle but they just dismissed it. I really dont understand. Maybe because we cant afford to go to plays and