Day 43: 17 – “Did you ever felt like you already wanted to be an adult when you were 17?”
lol. I was an adult by the time I was 17. I had to be an adult. I was on my own. Sort of.
At some point in the my life I had moved to my grandfather’s house to turn my life around. I knew I wanted a better life so I had to go where nobody knew me and I could start over. I had registered myself into school on a Thursday or Friday and I was told to start classes after the weekend. I was excited.
I went to a concert with some friends on Friday night. It was a great concert I am sure. I slept over at my friend’s house after the concert because it was really late and my friends did not want to drive me back home. I am sure they were drinking during the concert.
In the morning, after I woke up, I called my grandfather, but his phone had the busy signal. You know this was before mobile phones. I kept trying, but it never rang. I called my uncle. “Where are you? We thought you died in the fire at first.” He explained to me that our home had burned down and everything was gone. I had lost everything in that fire. What little that was left was charred.
I stayed living with my friend whose house I slept at for a season. I moved from place to place after than time. I got a job to support myself. I was now an adult.
Life sucked even more. I felt I had hit another dead end to my life and I was only 17. Why would I want to live any longer? I didn’t.
Excerpt From: Scott Green. “397 Journal Writing Prompts & Ideas.” Apple Books.
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