Personal Narrative: A Perfect Family

Growing up your supposed to have a perfect life. A perfect family. The perfect amount of money. but sometimes even when we try our hardest, we still can't always be perfect. Living in a big city has its ups and downs. Bright lights, fast cars, loud sirens, and even after all of the distractions and the billboards, i still could only focus on one thing. One thing that seemed to be louder than the city and all its components, darker than the city sky at midnight, my parents constant bantering, yelling, arguing, fighting, throwing things. All caused by one big factor in our world. Alcohol. And by having that one big factor in your household, it makes your fellow roommates in your head very angry, sad, and even sick. These roommates are not living …show more content…
Mom vs dad and me and my sister were switzerland. We could do anything, most of the times we would be in bed and we would hear them fight. They didn't want us to see it or hear it, but we heard more than enough. A few years go by and my dad has quit drinking, but in 2008 my uncle decided to enlist in the army. And in 2009 he was shipped to afghanistan. We all were against him going, but he wanted to do more, he had a family and he wanted to provide for them. At the time his daughter was maybe a year old, and his son was just born. In august of 2009 only about four months of him being gone he was killed in action. Him and his friends were in a striker and went over a landmine. They tell us he went quickly, but we all know from resources that he was screaming for his mother in his last few moments. The day we found out he was gone, me and his wife decided to go to there house because we needed diapers. When we arrived i instantly had a pain in my stomach. Something was wrong and i could feel it. We sat in the parking lot for a few minutes and as we were getting out of the car, we saw to military officers walking in front of us. We didn't think of anything at the time. We just walked behind them. And we thought they were …show more content…
Too sad. Years have gone by and i still cannot cope with it. When i moved to my new school it was a new start. New friends, new teachers, new sports, and a new life. The first few days i lived here i started making friends. One day at school in the fifth grade i decided to play football with all the boys. I was playing for maybe 3 minutes and intercepted the ball and ran for a touchdown. The next year i signed up for the youth football team here in my town. I loved it. I loved the lights. I loved the energy. I loved the fans. I loved my team. And most importantly i loved the game. That year we went undefeated, well we lost one but that game did not count for overall. I was so happy. I continued to play throughout my 8th grade year, but when my 8th grade season had started something was different. The energy had gone out. That year was full of drama and name calling. I was constantly being talked about by the boys. They would say things to me and tell me to do things that no girls should have to hear. They had no respect for me and thought that they could say and do whatever they wanted. They would call me fat, ugly, a hoe, all those lovely names i would hear all the time. But i pushed through it because i loved that game. And i still do. That year i lost my best friend. When i moved here i met one guy. One guy that i thought would be in my life forever. He was my best friend. We were so close, our 7th grade year playing football together we got