This was a school assignment, which I finished at school (aka, I don't have the full thing so I have to re-write the other events).
The ten events in my life which have had considerable impact on me….the informal version-cause I'm tired and bored and giddy and I wanna write with humor and make fun of everything
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NUMBER ONE
Oooo! Scarey aint it? The first, alpha, the top, the head, superior…number one…
One night, I awoke to the sound of my father’s motor bike driving away. I knew something was wrong. I could feel it in the air. It was like that fairytale blur that sparkles and looks like spray on snow was gone from my eyes. I didn’t know what it was at the time but the air felt empty…it had always felt full and thick, but when I woke up that night it was like it wasn’t even there. I cannot explain it. It frightened me, so I went to run to mum. Mum was in the dining room, and when I busted in (cause our rooms connected to the dining room via a mini hallway) I discovered my mother wasn’t alone.
[insert creepy music here]
She was surrounded by policemen and women in bullet proof vests. I hadn’t seen one before to my recollection, but I knew what it was, and when I asked later it was confirmed. I freaked out and started crying (I mean hey, my mothers at the table crying surrounded by people with guns) and was offered hot cocoa to calm me (I miss it so much…the cocoa that is, haven’t had it since probably that night). My brother came out and I tried to protect him and told him to go back to bed, but like me, he came out. For the first time in my life I hugged him, and meant it. He was crying like me, shocked to find “mummy and daddy” were no longer. Why were there police in such attire? My mother thought my father was going to harm her, and freaked out. They had had an argument and he threw a chair through the wooden railing on the veranda. I was like 7…8…something under ten, conveniently my mother has forgotten such events, and my father is out of reach.
This marked the beginning of;
My need/desire to protect my brother
My realization of reality
My HATRED of said above
The end of my perfect childhood.
In a sense, it took an innocence that cannot be regained. An ignorance. But still good
. I don't hold it against either of my parents, they're both very happy with their new partners and I'm happy they're happy
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Novelist Bunnies: Do you write in order? 
