Life hasn’t done much for me. Of course it occurs to many, and I, Travis, am not an exception. Though that brings that to myself as I beleive I have gone past the worst. Through many fights, bouts depression, loneliness and just about all other types of emotion. That just comes with the job of being abandoned, does it not? Not by the world, but by others and myself.

  Truth be told, I technically am not alone, but an absent mom can’t count. One that only comes home to get lipstick on. After my whole 17 years of life she has done almost nothing for me. But the one thing she has done is given me a love of plants.

  It may sound strange but ever since my mother bought one cheap flowering cactus to “brighten” the apartment, it is my only joy. Of course ever since then I've gotten more with my job at the store. By now I should have about fifteen I take care of. Since my plants are my light in life I plan to be a botonist. And to those you don't know a botonist is a scientist who studies and/or experiments with plants. So over the years I have kept my grade up to acheive my dream. This didn't go without struggle since the rest of my life was so beaten down but I did it for the future. Of course college will be a problem but I hope to get a scholorship.

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  So as I make my weekly rounds to the nearest gardening store, it has to be life punching me in the gut to trip on the curb. It also has to be next to the bustling road. Immediatly, I soon spill all my bags of plant food all over the ground, as I hit it myself. Now with a confused head I watch as the approaching truck crashes and destroys my body. To be put down as I was performing my passion for plants. how cruel of life.