Happy Thanksgiving ,Francis

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Its about my thanksgiving 2011. I would really enjoy brutalyy honest feed back and comments.

Submitted: January 27, 2012

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Submitted: January 27, 2012

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Happy Thanksgiving, Francis

I knew thanksgiving would suck, but I never expected this. For days I dreaded the thought of seeing my relatives, of being overly embraced by people I could care less about. Why should I care about them? I only ever see them at funerals for people I don’t know or weddings for people I don’t know. I had a feeling this year would be the worst yet. My father had been telling them about all the crap I’ve been in this year, and his family is simply a bunch of conservative, Baptist, prudes just waiting to judge me.

My family on my mother’s side is even worse. All they do is drink too much and argue with each other. They live in a small town near the mountains of Virginia, where everyone knows each other, and that’s not a good thing. If there’s one thing I’m thankful for it’s that I don’t have to see them.

It was about ten AM when my dad left. He didn’t close the door and he was on his cell phone, walking and talking out of our house. I assumed he went out to the car to get something. I was playing halo while this was happening so I didn’t pay too much attention. After twenty minutes had passed, I paused the game and looked outside. His car was gone. He does this all the time, leave without telling me where he’s going. He was the feeling like he’s better than me, so he doesn’t ever say. I don’t really care where he’s going, but to say goodbye every now and then would be nice. Every time he leaves I imagine what my life would be like if he got in a car accident and died. I always think “I’d be thirty thousand dollars richer from life insurance, but I’d have to live with my mom. It’s not a fair trade”. I finished the level of halo I was on and decided to take a nap. I figured when my dad came home, (probably from buying cigarettes) he’d wake me up and we’d leave.

5:49 pm I woke up. I’d been asleep for over six hours. I searched around the house; he was nowhere to be found. I looked outside; his car was still missing. “He left without me” I thought. I was filled with a quick wave of elation followed consequently with a heavy sinking feeling in my heart. ”Am I really that much of an embarrassment?” I thought. I walked in to my kitchen hoping to eat away my emotions. I opened the fridge; there was nothing to eat but eggs, a single slice of ham, milk, and a can of tuna. Personally I don’t eat eggs or tuna so my options were limited. ”wow” I thought “not even homeless people go hungry on thanks giving”.


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