My Life in Orlando

My life in Orlando

This is the story of how my life was when I was in Orlando. Trust me not everything in life is beautiful as we all think. Well this is a very complicated, weird and sad story. But I can’t change what happened to me in Orlando even if I’d wished for it. So this is the story of my life in the O-town aka Orlando.

I arrived in the O-town on August 27, 2006. Everything was all good at the beginning. I started school like 2 days after I got over there. Well everything in school and at home was good. I made new friends and I also ran up to some people that I all ready new from Puerto Rico. The first two months of my life in the O-town were awesome.

Everything was going great until them problems came back to my life. Well I couldn’t do anything because everybody has problems in their life. I avoided every situation that gave me problems. I didn’t get into any kind of trouble I just prevented my self to get into any kind of trouble. I was been a very good girl I even got my grades up just because I was avoiding the problems to come back to me.

Well on Easter my dad and my step mom went to church. I didn’t go because I was feeling a little bit sick so I stayed at home. So one of my friends went around my house to drop off some things for me. When he came I went outside with him and locked the door, I didn’t let him go in because I was alone at home. Anyway the thing is that my dad called me and told that why I was letting people go into his house when I was alone in his house, so he kept arguing with me through the phone. When he was done talking with me I called my mom in Puerto Rico and I explained to her what was going on, because I knew that he was going to call her and he was going to tell her a totally different story. So when they got home I was on the phone with my mom an my step mother didn’t want me calling my mom, I really don’t know why. Anyway she told my dad to take the phone from because I didn’t have to be calling my mom; well he eventually took the phone off my hands. He yank the phone off the wall and tried to hit me with it, I moved out the way and he didn’t touch me but he tried to me hit me again so I pushed him an I ran into my room crying. Well his wife called the cops and said that I had beaten up my dad, so I was put