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John

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8 Chapter - 6.909 Words - Developed by: Girl - Updated on: 2012-02-15 - Developed on: - 2.682 taken - User Rating: 5 of 5.0 - 5 Votes- The story is currently being written

A story about a scientist who has to decide between science and family.

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Hello, My name is John. I have lived a long life. I had everything that people would dream of. Money, women and a huge house, But what brings you the best hand crafted gold chandelier if you know someone is out there. Someone who would've been able to love only you, If you didn't make this one mistake.
I will write my story down. In hope that all people who have do make a decision, choose the part of their hearts.
68 years ago I was born in a city named Ames. Compared to the big cities Ames was a small place. But my family found it pleasant. My mother had a little shop where she sold vegetables
and my father worked as a police man. Since I did not like sweets the vegetables were no problem for me, but my father got on my nerves with his, you're not allowed to throw trash on the street, talk.
Besides my mother and father my family had many other members. I didn't know all of them, even now, but I think I had 6 aunts and maybe..6 uncles, too? I had many grandmas but only a few grandpas. My mother always said: that's because woman have stronger gene so they live longer. Thereupon my father held a table in the air: 'You think I'm not strong? Can you do it too?' In the end the table was broken and my father had to sleep outside.
With 6 years I went to school. I didn't had much friends but for my own will. All they wanted to do was playing and joking around. I was not suited to them. The most time I sat in my room and read school books.
My mother got pregnant and gave birth to a little boy. First I really didn't like him because everyone was only interested in him. But later I had to admit he was cute. This thought was there until he peed on me. Since then it was war between us. We began to fight for every small reason. And of course I always won. Someday I even cut his hair while he was sleeping. My mother screamed for one week at me because she loved his black hair. What's so nice about it? My hair was black, too. And anyway, my hair was softer. It was long up to my ears and a strand of hair fell onto my face.
I was good in school. My grades were usually the best. I loved chemistry and physic. It was fascinating to learn why it rains or how a spider spins a spider web. At home I grow creatures from the packet at the scientific newspaper. They grew every day and I was proud of them but my mother hated them. She dressed herself in a protective suit and threw them cold hearted to the toilet. She didn't even care that I was crying. I loved my parents but they put a protection around me that didn't allow me to go through. I mean I hadn't a TV. Every boy, no, every child in my age had a TV except me. So I went to my friends and watched there. One of them had an old TV so he gave it to me. I hid it in my wardrobe and watched secretly at night.
I got my graduation in Psychology and Science. My parents told me to do something decent but I did not like the plan they had for my life. I wanted to decide by myself what job I will do.
With nineteen an University of Natural Sciences offered me a job. They worked on a secret project and searched for new young members. I told my parents I had to go out of the house and live at the university. My mother started crying: 'Why are you going? All the things we have done for you..I pushed you out of me! It hurt a lot so you don't have the right to decide anything!' Yeah, she always came up with this 'made- pushed' number. But after a long conversation and many broken glasses they said I could leave. But if I would leave I could not come back. In this moment it was alright. I wanted to learn more about the world, to broaden my horizon, to see Australia. I've always dreamed to go to Australia. It's such a big continent. There are flowers and animals I don't even knew. So I took the job offer.
I packed my things together. My favorite black suit with the silver pockets. My white shirts. My green apron. It was green because of the camouflage effect. And many, really many ties.
As I left the house my brother stood in front of a tree with his girlfriend. He had many girlfriends. Every week another. I never had a girlfriend because I just didn't had time for love. My future was more important.

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