My Life: The Best Year Of Your Life

The year you turn sixteen is supposed to be the best year of your life. It was my junior year, almost done with high school. My sixteenth birthday had just passed. I had a new mustang, a boyfriend of a year, good grades, and a great social life. Life couldn’t have been any better for me. Except my home life. I was living with my parents who had just had their 25th wedding anniversary, and my older brother. You would think my parent’s relationship would be great since they have been married 25 years. Sadly, it was completely opposite then what it should be. On November 4, 2001 my dad was involved in a very serious wreck. He was rear-ended by a semi which caused his truck to roll 500 feet into a ditch. He was wearing his seat belt when his seat collapsed. He had a broken back, closed in head injury, and damage to his sciatic nerve. Since it was the early 2000’s

I would do my best to avoid being home. I did not want to deal with the fighting and the atmosphere at home, it was not healthy. I would stay at work as late as possible usually until midnight. I would leave for school at 7 in the morning, even though I would not have to be there until 8:15. I was not sleeping, my grades had dropped, I was doing poorly at work and barely eating. At least two days a week I would skip school and go to my mom’s grandma’s house to sleep. When my mom found she took me to the doctor, I was prescribed antidepressants. On October 9, 2014 my mom had finally had enough. I did not know it was going to be my last night in my childhood home. That night my mom told me to pack an overnight bag, we were going to stay the night at my grandma’s tomorrow. I got up the next morning and went to school like normal. My mom sent me a text saying go straight to my grandmas after school. When I arrived at my grandmas there was 3 U-Haul’s and 2 Sherriff officers. All my belongings were packed in those