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A New World – Synopsis

When a boy who goes through traumatic events, has to face a new life, a new world, in a place where he’s alone and uncomfortable, what should he do? The same question circles through his head, each minute of every day. Realizing that this wasn’t where he was meant to be, he sets out to find his home. Knowing that nothing may be waiting for him at the other end, he takes every step with false confidence, and a deep breath. He believed that trusting in something you cherish would always lead to happiness. Will just believing be enough?

A New World – Story

Everyday was the same old routine, as usual a boring and normal day for me. I took for granted all the time I got to spend with my parents, who had spent so much time and effort on me. I never even had the chance to thank them, for dealing with my behavior and attitude. I regretted not sharing and doing many things while they were still around, but now it’s all a bit too late. My life itself was never going to be how I imagined it.

It all began on my 14th birthday, when my parents and I were returning from Disney land, when they decided to stop at the Park of Eden, a famous park in British Columbia, with an apple grove. They heard that the apples on the trees here were the sweetest in town, and wanted to see if the rumors were true. My parents got out of the car, and started picking some apples. I stayed in that car and played with my PSP, since I wasn’t really into fruits back then. My parents were like monsters, gobbling down apples as fast as they could.

It wasn’t a very popular park, considering that it was in the middle of nowhere, but it really was beautiful, especially the Gate tree. The Gate tree was the tallest and most magnificent tree in the park, also the one that I later found to hate. My parents had read on an Internet site that it also had the most juicy and sweetest apples in the whole park. So they started walking towards it. Just then an old man walks up to them, and tells them that they can eat any apples in the park except the one from the Gate tree. He didn’t explain why, and then disappeared as though he wasn’t even there. I knew my dad hated being told what he can’t do, and I watched from the car as he ignores the man’s warning and begins climbing the tree. My mom begged him to get down, but stubborn as he always was he kept climbing. “Go dad!” I yelled from the car. My dad momentarily distracted by my voice looks back, and looses his balance. He fell head first towards mom, and they both violently collide. I ran out of the car, and towards my silent parents. I shook them as hard as I could, but they didn’t move. I screamed from my lungs as loud as I could for help, but it seemed like it was too late.

When someone finally came, they called the ambulance, and within minutes the ambulance was here. They were rushed to the emergency room, but it was too late for dad; the impact on his head was too great. Mom was still alive but she wouldn’t wake up, the doctors said she was in a coma. At the time I didn’t completely understand what that meant, but as time passed it became clearer. The doctors said that her chances of ever waking up were very slim. Knowing that, I still believed that my mom would wake up and come back, if not now someday. The government said that I would be getting foster parents to take care of me, since I have no relatives nearby who are willing to take me in. As much as I resisted, it seemed that I didn’t have any choice in the matter. Within one week they had found a family for me, and within two weeks I was moving to East Chilliwack.

It was a small deserted town, in the middle of nowhere. When I first met my foster parents, they didn’t seem like bad people but they were very strict. The first couple of weeks were the worst, the image of my parents colliding kept replaying over and over in my head. I had no friends, and I never talked to my foster parents. I felt like I was going crazy, like things were never going to be the same. I had all these feelings, emotions and anger going through my body, and I wanted to just let it all out. It felt like this town was a prison and I was forever stuck in it. I had to get out, and that’s exactly what I was going to do. The 21st of June would be my final day here. I grabbed my jacket, backpack, and pocketknife and left at 2:00 a.m. in the middle of the night. It was extremely dark and gloomy, but I could still see the path in front of me. I was aware that the trip was considerably long, but anything was better than being here. I made my way to the town’s exit road, and it seemed like I was almost free. Then I heard a night guard, calling out to me. My heart pounded with fear, and without a second thought I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction. It may not have been the smartest idea at the time, but it felt like natural instinct. The guard ran right after me. Considering I wasn’t very athletic, I was losing my pace and the guard was catching up. I knew if I just kept running I would eventually be caught. Then an image of my mom popped into my head, I just had to see her again, and I wasn’t going to let him stop me from getting out of here. I stopped, pulled my pocketknife out, and headed in the direction of the guard. I closed my eyes, and swung my hand towards him. When I opened them again, he was laying on the floor bleeding from a gash in his arm. I whispered in his ear that I was sorry, and ran back towards the road. By the time I made it to the road it was too late, the guard managed to call in for backup. The police cars surrounded me, and I dropped to my knees. They handcuffed me and took me to the Chilliwack police station.

I was filed for attempted assault, and sentenced for 1 year in juvie (youth detention center), as well as community service. I didn’t fight the charges; it wasn’t as though I had anything waiting for me back home anyway. It was now the 21st of August, a month since I’ve been in juvie. It was definitely a hard change of lifestyle, but I brought myself into this so I have to follow through with it. I sat in my room and read last weeks newspaper. Then a guard calls my name, and tells me that I have a phone call. I follow the guard down the hallway, and pickup the phone. To my surprise it was Doctor Carl, my mom’s doctor. He said that my mom has finally woken up from her coma, and within a month or two she’ll be back on her feet again. I could barely breathe when I heard the news; it felt like I once again had something to live for and look forward to. From that day on, I promised myself that I would get through these next 11 months, and see my mother once again. To thank her for everything she has done for me, for showing me the love that I always failed to notice, and especially for coming back to me.

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