Old and New Beginnings

My old beginning:

I walked home from school today, slowing with every footstep.  I knew dad would be mad at me, but it was all I could do to keep the beatings away.  You see, dad is a professional wrestler.  He gets a thrill out of hurting people.  3 years ago, that’s what ran my mom away.  Once I got home I found 3 empty bottles of whiskey, “Great,” I thought, “today’s gonna be real bad.”  I briskly walked upstairs and went into my room.  Dad had been in here though.  I frantically started searching through the mess my dad had made, looking for the one thing I held dear to me, a picture of me and my mom.  I found it under my bed next to the chest I keep there, thank heavens dad was too drunk to pay close attention.  

My new beginning:

I got home, and immediately was scared. The three bottles of whiskey smashed on the sidwalk were not good signs. I carefully peeked through the door, then briskly ran upstairs. Dad had been here. He had gone through all of my stuff. Clothes were thrown on the floor, race medals on the floor, and almost everything was torn up. Everything but the picture of me and mom. Dad must have been real drunk, 'that explains the whiskey bottles outside,' I thought to myself.


Tell me what you think! Do you like my old, or new beginning better? Do you not really like either of them? Do you like some parts of the old one and most of the new one? Be honest with me, and let me know in the comments. :)

xoxo-kaelin