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"FLY AWAY" I used to wish I could fly away and escape the problems that I faced every single day of my life. Living in Harlem, especially on the god forsaken street called 139 & Lennox, was never easy. I remember my mother used to be so stressed out, she started doing all sorts of drugs to keep her mind off all of the problems. My younger brother started to hang out late at night and commit crimes around the area.Sometimes I wanted to switch places with a bird so I could fly away to freedom. Every night, before going to sleep, I would pray that the next morning I could wake up with wings. Instead, I would wake up to gun shots, people yelling at each other and my mother sniffing a line of "who knows what" on the kitchen table. I kept telling myself that I didn't deserve to live under these terrible conditions. My mother used to tell me that "God has a plan for us all". I guess I served my purpose because, to me, life is over. I'm stuck in a cell for the rest of my days. I remember the day that it happened as if it was yesterday. I woke up early that morning. It was about eight o'clock. I opened my bedroom window to get a breath of fresh air. The house was so smokey I could taste it in my mouth. As I stared out the window, the first thing that caught my attention was a blue jay perched on a tree. No later than I noticed it, it was gone with the wind. It resembled a bullet that was shaded blue as it took off. Seeing this bird only made me wish that I could depart as quickly and easily as it had.
Approximate Word count = 1145
Approximate Pages = 4.6
(250 words per page double spaced)
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