Irp Narrative Essay

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ENG4U

Akeem Corion

03/18/2014

Mr.Monteith

IRR Narrative Essay

Hello there my name is Huckleberry finn but everyone calls me Huck but you probably know me since I am friend of Tom sawyer. He and I go way back when we were kids, we would always looking for adventure. Hell my life has been better and always filled with crazy adventures; ever since I met that guy. However I am not here to talk life adventures with tom sawyer, but here to talk about my past life before I met Tom. My earlier childhood life was very terrible because of my horrible drunk father who would always abuse me for no reason. Sometimes I think he hates having me has a son or he takes his frustration on me when people in our town, would always makes fun of him since he is known as the towns drunk. The second harsh thing I had to go through in my earlier life was the fact that I had live on my own to avoid the abuse from father. This was not easy because, I had to live in the forest area since nobody wanted to take me in; I had to fence on my own by finding food and shelter to survive. Other problem I had to face as child growing up was loneliness; due to my father's reputation the people in my town either didn't like me or was afraid of me because of my dad, but for some of them hated me because values of their religion or how they views in society. This made the townspeople consider me as outcast and delinquent child. It was very hard to grow up when people show no interest to me and my struggle; in fact they call me names and teased me. These three things that I had go through my life, made it extremely difficult for me to have normal childhood life.

As young child my father had always been man who has impulsive angry problem, he always get angry at small little things like when I didn't wash the dishes, he lash out harsh words at me saying that "I am failure and disgrace son"! With loud harsh voice then he will hit me across my face. However my mom will always come stop him from hitting me, then give some money so he head outside to go buy some liquor and calm down. I always hated that because she will always waste her money on him to buy his damn booze, so he can calm down and stop hitting me. I would always ask her "why do we keep on wasted our life on him, he's nothing more than scum, we should just leave him". However my mom will always response back, every time I questioned her action when my father attack me, that "this man is father and no matter how messed up he is, he is still your father and love and respect". She also say that my father was once a nice kind hearted man that fall in love with but when he volunteer to be a soldier in the war in Mexico, she say "that war ruined your father life and now he is just recovering from the painful past". But I never believe in a word what my mother said because; I find it hard for me to believe that my father is some sort of victim of miser and depression. For example I remember one time when I was twelve, waiting for my mother to come a pick me up from school but my father arrived instead and he was completely drunk. All he was doing was shouting and cursing about "Why the Hell do I have waste my money so you can go to school, you damn worthless little runt!" He then starts to laugh like wild hyena, which piss me off so much that I spilt at his face and told him off that with my loud voice "that You're worthless old man who of should of die long time and don't ever in your life address me about money when you always flounder it around buying booze"! This made my father very furious of what I said to him, that he punched me across the face for insulting him. He kept on going while everyone in my school was watching and didn't do anything. He continue to abusive me until my mother arrived and stop him attacking me relentlessly, but the ridiculous part of this situation, is that mother gives my father more money to buy his booze. This hurts me to see mom still giving money that we need more than him,…