Bad Happenings. Part I

I thought that everything was all right now. My parents had decided against getting a divorce for the time being. I thought it would be more peaceful if they just got one, because my father's temper is really scary and he's done things. But my mother thought it best to hold off on that action for a while and just stick things through. A good choice, maybe, but I really thought that a divorce wouldn't be bad. After all, I really find it more stressful now than it might be when they're separated. Anyways, they decided against one.

So fine, things are all right for a while. The fighting and violence stop and my father doesn't have any tantrums. Then the housing problem comes in. Long story short, my sister's godfather who was a broker tricked us when we bought a new house and got us in a big financial problem. But he left us since he made a fortune off of our miseries. So naturally, I guess we all grow frantic out of trying to figure a way out and stuff.

One day, I forgot why, they had a disagreement that spawned into a fight. We came home and he kicked us out, so we went to go spend the night at my grandmother's apartment where she lives with my cousin and grandfather and another person. So my mom, eight year old sister and I slept in a one bedroom apartment with four other people. Needless to say, i fell asleep on the small couch. Next morning, I woke up and my side felt hard and it hurt to move. My though freaked and thought it was cancer so we went to the hospital. After several faulty doctors and a good one, he thought that it wasnt a muscle sprain and i would need an ultra sound since it might be appendicitis or a cyst.

I was really scared for the results, he said that if it was, the surgeon would be ready. Oh, my, gosh. Can you imagine hearing that? I was so scared that week. When my father found out, he said that it was what we deserved for having been bad. Can you imagine hearing that in your hour of fear and pain? Thankfully, after a lot of fear and grief later, it turns out that it was a really really bad muscle sprain. I had to stop all activity in dance class and wasnt allowed to carry my books, stand too long, or reach for anything. And i had a really bad limp, too.

That was in May of 2008. Most frightening time of my life. I got kicked out of my own house and then scared into almost surgery and blamed by my father for it. It seems bad, I guess. But then again, I guess I can say that I've had worse.