Just here to let my voice out
That morning, the woods were filled with a slightly brittle silence. There was a horrible shriek from the trees that Edith said was a branch twisting under the sheer weight of ice. I had opened the curtain to the dark dawn, but I quickly closed it from the cold making it was in and across the glass. In our unheated room, our breath was vapor, and the floorboards cold to the pads of our feet. Edith's nose was red, and the tip of mine was numb.
Nico Lanes has always had life very hard. He grew up in the rough streets of East Harlem. While many kids all over the county had good role models to look up to, he was surrounded by drug dealers and gang bangers. It was almost inevitable that he would go down the wrong path.
My dad has had a positive influence on my life. Not many people have encouraged me like him. My dad has always been in my life, from the day I first opened my eyes to the present moment. He is a teacher, a guide, and a source of strength and support. If my dad has one trait that stands out, it is his positive mindset. He is always encouraging me with positive vibes and telling me that nothing is impossible.