When My Friends Let Me Down

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I moved to Peekskill. New York when I was about eight years old. I used to live in Yonkers, New York but then my parents realized we needed a change. The area that I lived in in Yonkers was extremely bad. There were a lot of drugs and violence and my parents didn't want to finish raising their family in this awful neighborhood. My family and I lived in a small two-bedroom apartment on Radford Street. My family consists of a mother a father five daughters and a son; obviously our family was a bit too big for this apartment. These were just some of the reasons that my parents wanted to move. According to my mother, the school that my sister's and me were attending was not on the same level as some of the other schools in the state that we could have been attending. She thought we were too smart for the schools located in Yonkers. On the other hand, I loved the school that I was going to. I loved P.S 13 for a number of reasons. I really liked the faculty. All the teachers were so nice and friendly. Oddly enough, I liked the food as well. Most kids don't like the cafeteria food but I liked this schools food. Everything seemed to be going so good, but I never realized what was actually going on. I didn't really I was living in danger and that if I walked the wrong way home from school or looked at someone wrong or talked to the wrong person, my life could have been ended within a couple minutes. I never realized that my family and I were living in a community where so many tragic events were taking place right in front of our eyes.

I would sometimes come home from school and would see my mother crying. I would say, "mom what's wrong?" She would wipe her tears away and say, "Nothing Lisa, do you have homework?" I would give her an answer and go on as if nothing was wrong. Years later I now realize that those tears dripping down my face were out of sadness. She hated the life she was living and the life that she was leading us to.

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