THE TANGELD TREE
I opened my eyes only to find my hands and legs tied up into the tangled tree in my backyard. Because of my step parents.
One day when I was only two my parents had gotten divorce, by the time I was five my dad married another woman named Louise. She was a rich French person plus a model.
Her hair was as short as an ant and hips as smooth as butter. But little did she know I knew all along that she hated me just because of what I wore. But on my sixteenth birthday I didn’t know what would happen.
I walked outside over the moon at night, just to find my hands and legs tightly tied in a tangled tree. I felt scared and horrified but one glance at my step mom made me see her dark and evil side.
To what I thought was real was her good side. She only showed it when my dad was around but when he was gone to work she started? to abuse me like I’m a homeless dog. Sometimes I get caught crying lonely in my room but when I tell him about her he doesn’t believe me.
On that day she made a tree tie me up. She shooted arrows into my neck letting blood travel on my chest, tears coming out my eyes like an onion close to my eyes. But she didn’t know that my dad knew and loved me more than her.
Moral~ Never give up and never let people put you down.