Dream Detour Read Count : 95

Category : Stories

Sub Category : Adventure
I loved to sing! I wanted to be a singer. I could picture it all I'm my head...the spotlight shining on me while I stand in center stage singing my heart out... singing until my voice was rough and brittle. Being a role model to all the young people...an inspiration even. People who are mean to me would be poor and pretend to be my best buds and get money off me, thinking I would be so petite and kind to them. It was a dream of mine since I was 3 years old...but I would have to awake from this dream. Let me take you to the beginning, the real beginning. Wen I was 11 years old and I had gotten roller skates ad a birthday present. I was riding them up and down the sidewalk when I trip and cut my throat on a sharp rock poking out of the cement. Blood started gushing out of my mouth and throat as I am out in an ambulance and rushed to the hospital. When I got to the hospital the Dr immediately subdued !e with morphine. Wen I awoke from my 9 hour surgery, the surgeon walked in and I could tell something was wrong. His face was empty and compassionate, his walk was slow and sad...and I was right.
"Mam" he began "your daughter is fine except for one thing."
"OH no!?" I thought to myself,curious as to what it could be. "Your daughter will never be able to speak ever again...because of where the cut was and how deep it was, we had to remove her tonsils and putting them back would rip the stitches and make her bleed out." I was deviated! If I can't talk,I can't sing! My heart dropped and shared in to a million pieces like glass. For my whole junior high life I felt untalented. One day I saw a paper that caught my interest "POWER OF THE PEN sign up sheet in room 312 first meting 12-4-14" I decided to sign up. I walked in to the room and sat down. The 8th grade English teacher ,Mr Coke, gave us our promoted"describe looking through the window." I began to write and didn't stop until Mr Coke said "pencils down." I was the first one to read my story. Mr Coke red it for me "The title is depression. When I look out the window all I see is blue, black,and death. I use to see life and beauty and vibrant colors, but then I got depression from my mom being dead and my uncle in the hospital with Brain Cancer. I want to look away and be who I use to but for some mysterious reason, I couldn't. When I look out the window I see blue,black and death. THE END". Everyone in the room applauded my story. Now I am the youngest author and wrote 234 books. I wanted to be a singer, but a dream detour made me what I was ment to be. 

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