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My Racing Heart By: Benjamen Saville
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Page 1: My Racing Heart

My Racing Heart

By: Benjamen Saville

Page 2: My Racing Heart

• Everyday is the same I wake up, eat, do my chours then get yelled at for being me. I was raised with two loving parents that believed in freedom too do what you want and not too care what anyone else thinks just be yourself. But then at the age of seven you quickly realize who the good parent is and who is bad. My parents got divorced; my father having custody over me took me away from my mother. At first I was angry at my father for stealing me from the one woman I could talk too about everything and she would never tell a soul. So in grade 10 I moved too my moms in one final attempt too escape the binding chains of my father. Once I started going too school at DTHS I was so happy the thought of freedom and power felt so good just mom and me. However at the end of grade 10 my mother starting seeing a guy named cotter. He seemed nice and quite and would be a nice substitute for the father role I have recently been missing. This would be a nice start too my new life.

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• Everyday is the same I wake up, eat, do my chours then get yelled at for being me. Today unlike most days was actually not bad at all, I told the girl of my dreams that I love her and she said she loved me too. Love was bitter sweet compared too all the other days cold and sour. Today was Sunday and that means I have too come home for a week too see my so called mom. I was driven home and walked inside and up the stairs… they didn’t yell at me. This is the first time I have ever made it up the stairs without being singled out or picked on because of being me. I felt amazing then I remembered all my MJ posters and books it will be so nice too read and gaze upon my icon, and the only reason I’m still living. I slide open my door, I drop my bag too the ground crushing my foot. My eyes fill with wet tears, all my stuff is gone, and all that is left is my bed wardrobe. All my MJ stuff is gone…

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• … I look outside in the back yard and see my parents and there friends clouding around the fire pit laughing and drinking. I throw on my running shoes and bolt outside too my parents in all my anger and grief. I break threw the crowd of people too see something that broke my heart a hundred times over. Everything I have gave my heart too, all my belongings are burning in this fiery pit reconciliation of hell. Everyone points and laughs at my long hair; they throw horrible curses at me like, shove it up you’re a** you hippie! Look he thinks he is Michael Jackson with his long girlish hair! What a H***! Do you want too join your friend? My hands cover my face as I begin running as fast as I can up the drive way and down the street. I don’t stop moving my legs carrying me away from this horrid place. My heart sinks deep inside my very soul; I begin thinking about why I am even still alive.

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• THUD THUD THUD! My legs gallop threw the streets leaving a pestilent cloud of pain and sorrow, but even threw all my agony and fear I begin too feel a sweet sensation of liveliness, happiness, and joy… things I haven’t enjoyed in a long time. The wind brushes against my cheeks and crawls throw my hair. I felt so free and strong; I had a will too be me. My heart soars with every step, and every breath feeds my very soul with the inspiration of love. I stop and look around me I’m already at the bridge 7km out of town! I sit down on the rail and think. Its time too start living life, thanks to running I have started recognizing who I am and what my potential is I just have too get up and do it. I ran home that day walked up too my parents and there friends and pronounced, “I don’t give a S*** what any of you think, I am me, I know what I think and that’s all that counts too me, and the only person I’m trying too impress is myself, no other….. Oh you all need too pool about 300$ for all my Michael Jackson Memorial you immaturely destroyed, have a nice day” my smile grows wide and I let out a laugh. For the first time in my life I stood up against my parents all thanks to a run.

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