Life of a American teen girl

October of 1990

"Stay strong" I said to my dad as he was in the hospital bed. You can't even imagine how much I prayed that day. it all started when my dad woke up like any other day, went to work, and came home. My mom just came from work and I just came from school. It late at night and my dad heard a noise, he went downstairs and there was some teens burning the cross in the front of our yard. My dad tried to called the cops but as he making it back in the house he felt pain strike in the back of his neck. He was shot. And that why I'm here crying in the waiting room while my dad fighting for his life. My trying to confront me but she can't make this any better. Then from the corner of my eye I saw the doctor. His head was down with a dull look on his face and the words came out. "He didn't make it" he said. And that when it started. That when the hell started to form inside of me.