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My Life Ana Torres
The only thing I hate doing in life is fighting. I hate it! You’d probably think it is weird since every guy now wants to fight. All I want to do in life is get married, have two beautiful children, whom I am going to name Frank and Sara; I want to have my own little farm with cows and sheep. Walking up every day and start milking the cow for breakfast. I would be a great life. But now with this dispute slaves, the war started, and my dad wants me and my two brothers to join. But of course my both brothers want to join because they love that kind of stuff. They’ll probably be the first in line. But if I don’t join, I would probably be looked like a coward forever.
“John!” my mother yelled. “Coming,” I guess it is time for breakfast. After eating I’ll go out and harvest some corn. I went downstairs. Since I was the last boy born in my family, when I was born, the only room left was the attic. So that is were I sleep. When I went into the kitchen, my mother was standing beside the table serving my dad some bread. She was wearing a long black dress which she had mitten herself. “Good morning honey,” she said. “Good morning mom”. “So, son ready to sign up tomorrow,” my father, said cheerfully. “Kevin and David already packed. They are thinking of going today.” “Nod dad, I think I’ll wait for tomorrow.” I sat down and ate some bread with butter. I couldn’t stop thinking. What was I going to do. I bet the second I step in a battlefield I am going to be shot right through the head. But no one can contradict my father. If you say one thing, he would start screaming.
I went outside and my brothers were feeding our black sheep dog. “Hey chicken, ready to go fight?” My brother Kevin asked. I ignored him. They herd me once talking to Jack of how I was so scared of going to war. So since then, they won’t stop bothering me. Jack is a neighbor I hang out with sometimes. He does not want to go either but his father died a long time ago, so there is nobody to tell him to go, besides, he can not leave his poor mother alone.
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“John! It is time to go!” my father yelled. I woke up and looked out the window, it was still very dark, I guess my dad wants to be the first person there. Oh god, today is the day I shall get even nearer to death. It’s the end of my dreams and hopes for life.
I went down stairs, ate something, said goodbye to my mother and hugged her. My dad and brothers had been waiting for me outside. Fixing the wagon and horse. “I’ll sure miss this farm,” I said looking at our house. I’ll miss looking at our house, I’ll miss walking up in the morning and looking throughout the field.
I got into my dad’s wagon and we drove off. I never thought I’d have to say goodbye to this road, and those trees. And I saw my house far away, and I missed already. Since the army place signing up was far, it took us all morning to get there; time had gone by so fast. I got off and I could see all the other guys making a line to go in. I really don’t want to do this. “I am so proud of you,” my dad said, “give pride to your family.” No, I couldn’t tell him. Besides if I did, he would hate me forever. This is it, I said goodbye to my dad and followed by brothers to sign up.
“Your name?” the guy in the place for signing up said. He looked tired of being there all day. “John David sir” I said trembling. “Age?” “15 sir.” I slowly, very scared, entered the camp. There were guys everywhere. Some were eating, others were singing and many others were training and shooting. It looked kind of fun actually.
After some days, I realized being in the army wasn’t so bad after all, I mean the food was not that good, but at least I am fighting for my family and I believe I will live through this war and still accomplish my dreams.
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