Since my life has been an entire wreck, I’ll just start off from the top.

Hi everyone, my name’s Andrew. I’m turning 15 in a couple of days. Born the year 1996 on the 11th of November.

I was originally born here, in Egypt. I stayed here until the age of 4, then me and the rest of my family all went to America. The  first house we ever lived in was at 111 Washington Street in North Attleboro, MA. The year was 2000. Then one year later, my mom had a new born child. In other words, I just got myself a baby sister. Her name was Angelina. Honestly I can’t remember much about that day, just that I wanted to see her getting born and my dad wouldn’t let me, so he locked me in a room full of toy’s in the hospital :(

About two years later, I remember how Angelina would cry A LOT. And of course, my dad HATED that. So one day, he actually made a fence, indoor, and put her in it… Just so he could get away and watch TV. Dad seemed to be much more strict back then…

Anyways, around the year 2004, we moved to a new house. We went from North Attleboro to Attleboro. On Lake Shore Drive, Apartment H2, across from McDonalds. Over there I had 2 main friends really, it was James and Timmy. James was a fun guy to hang out with, and he was really into Mario, Yugioh, and Pokemon. He’s what got me so interested in Yugioh back then. And then there was Timmy, he was 2 grades lower than me, but a really fun guy to hang around with. The strange thing is, he never did let me in his house because he always said it was “to messy”…

John was never around that much. So it was always me and Timmy, plus some other kids from the apartment. We’d always do role play, and all sort’s of dumb fun kid stuff. I lived there for quite some time, I think it was up until early 2006 that I left.

Then came the last house I lived in before I hit Egypt. I went and moved into 31 George Street, Attleboro. This house fucking rocked! Pool, pool house, two apartments, huge backyard, and it has a woods behind it! There is one thing I forgot to mention. The pool, when we got the house, it was FILLED with disgusting stuff. It was all brown, and smelly, and just, ugh..I rather not talk about it. It took months for us to clean it. When I was there I met these 3 people, which I will never forget. James, Katy, and Toby. I met James the first day of school on the bus. Then he introduced me to Katy. As for Toby, my dad was renting the bottom apartment of our house and he just happened to get it. I never really liked Toby that much, he was really annoying, and he thought he was “black”. As for James, dude’s my best friend! Now, we barley even talk.

Don’t get me wrong, Katy was my friend too! But the fact that her huge dog tried to nearly eat me alive 20 thousand time’s, give’s me the feeling that you don’t need to hear much about that story.

Now is when the fighting starts.

Just like every other family, my parent’s to got in fight’s every now and then. Until eventually, a fight happened that just didn’t seem to stop. Everyday I’d wake up to hear them screaming. I got tired of all of that, you know what I did? I stood straight damn in the middle of them and yelled, “SHUT UP!”. You know what happened next? They didn’t even notice me. Not even a small pause, it’s like I wasn’t even there.

I just gave up, and did what I would normally do. Go to my friend’s house, and ignore all there screaming and yelling.

Until one day I woke up, and my dad say’s, “Andrew, Angelina, your mother is going back to Egypt. I don’t want her here anymore.”. No matter how much me and my sis argued, no use anymore. We just gave up.

Then here is when thing’s went from bad to worse. First of all the phone rang, I normally answered. It was the priest from the church I went to, he said he wanted to speak to dad (As if he wasn’t stressed enough). Next thing I know, dad’s asking who’s on the phone. I just said, it’s for you. And handed him the phone.

GUESS WHATS THE PRIEST TELL’S HIM.

“Send the children with there mother to Egypt. They won’t be able to live anywhere without there mother.”. As if that made him relax.

And wait, it got even worse.

I went to go get some water, our fridge has one of those water and ice cube despencers. There was a cup but I really hated to drink from used cups back then, so I went to get another cup. All the cup’s where in the sink all I found, was a wine cup, those really thin ones. When I went to lift it, it accidently broke in my hand, it fell down and cut my foot, causing it too bleed a lot. My dad rushed me to the hospital, and was late for work. When he was in the car going to work, he wondered to himself…

“If I left Andrew home alone, knowing his behavior, he might injure himself greatly.. And no one will be able to help him…”

So he think’s the only way he can help me, is by sending me to EGYPT. Jeez dad, what a great idea you had.

Ever since then, it’s been 3 and a half years. Constantly being told, “No worries Andrew, you’ll be back in just 1 more week.”. He’s been telling me that same sentence over and over for the past 3 and a half years.