My Book

Well I have had a pretty entertaining life. My book would be about a little girl and how she was raised in a lower class family. She had one sister who was older than her and a younger brother. Her parents would always be fighting over money and her father is an alcoholic but she didn't know this at the time. When the fighting and drinking got to be too much for the family my mother decided to leave my dad unless he went into sobriety. My father didn't last long and my parents got a divorce. I had to relocate for the third time to a new school district and we moved in with my grandparents. It was a two bedroom house with six people in it, enough said. I began to blame the divorce on myself. I could remember almost every night when I went to sleep I could hear them fighting. I would put my pillow over my head and wish they would just get away from each other.This made me believe that my wish had come true. I developed some major issues from this experience and my mom forced me to go to alonon and councilors. Me being 11 years old, the last thing I wanted anyone to know is that it was my fault and that I ruined my family. I began being what I would like to call it a disrespectful disturbed child. I moved out of my mothers house because there were to many rules, everyone ganged up on me and there was too much structure. At my fathers house it was just him and I. He had rules but they weren't crazy and he understood me and was always there for me. I sincerely was a good child just needed something and till this day I couldn't tell you what would have helped me. I began hanging out with the wrong crowd when I moved back and.......