Carissimi Archángelis Narrative

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My parents pulled me out of another school to go to a stupid private school called, Carissimi Archángelis. Which I have no idea what that's supposed to mean, but whatever I can’t believe they are sending me here. I never did anything what happened to me back at my old school was not my fault. The incident was weird, but I’m not worried about that I'm moving on and getting through my life. Names Rafael remember that because I am not repeating it one million times for your puny mind, this is my story and I’m the one telling it. I was born with a gift, I can’t return this gift like a normal person, but then again I’m not normal. I was named after the archangel Raphael and not because my mother and father loved that name, it's because I was chosen …show more content…

I was chosen like the others, but again, I can’t tell people I don’t even know where the others are or if they know who they are I can only hope to find them before the end comes. “ Honey, I know you aren’t happy about this, but your Mother and I think it’s for the best.” My Father said I know it’s a little old fashioned to call my parents that, but I don’t think of them as that they have never tried to understand me always through me to others to “fix” me. I’m not broken you can’t “fix” something if it isn’t …show more content…

The end will come and if I can’t get to them before the end we will all be doomed. “ You know I could just drop out no point in going if I am just going to get kicked out again.” I said, trying to change their mind. “ You will not be getting kicked out of any more schools! Do I make myself clear young lady!” My Mother said in a strict voice. Funny how when it's your Mother and she uses the “ Just try to test me” voice you immediately want to make sure you don’t test your limits unless you have a death wish. “ Yes ma’am.” I said, bowing my head, trying not to look at her. “ I know what happened was an accident, but for once in your life, please try to control your anger and work through this.” My Mother begging me, I know why my parents want this so bad, to see me up on a podium with the diploma, to see me achieve in the ways that my Father couldn’t. You see he dropped out to help out his family, and he can’t go back to get it because of our family now my Mother is pregnant now and is unable to work so my Father has

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