A New Life : A Story Of A New Life

It was an average day. I turned in my theme. I went about the day normally. It was all going to be fine, I thought.

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

I started to say hi, but suddenly my entire body felt like it was on fire. Arching my back, I tried to gulp air. I felt arms under my legs and he whispered "please." I fought to stay conscious, but the darkness grabbed me and dragged me

I fluttered my eyes open. Today would be a new day full of opportunities and chances to make it a great,what could go wrong.Then I remembered. I remembered what would happen that day. I had a hard time getting to sleep that night. Tossing, and turning with thoughts whipping and circling through my head.I drew a stiff bre My eyes filled with tears, and my body jerked with anger. Why? Why today? I thought. I threw my head into my pillows and stayed there for what I thought was forever.

The scorching hot sun blinded my eyes as looked up. I suddenly started to think about that Glucose ad that was on T.V. The ad was always amusing, the sun sucking out the energy of the little boy with a straw as he played cricket outside with his friends, his mother gives him a Glucose drink then he gets all charged up. I wish mother had made me a Glucose drink too, the sun was tiring. It was sports day today, I had always come and watched my brother on sports day. He always won something, sometimes first, sometimes second, sometimes third. This was my first time competing.

It was the day with cloudy, the sky was gloomy and dark. It was in the morning and we went to go play soccer in the cemetery. As we were on the way to the cemetery, the street was quiet and the wind was howling very cloud. Twenty minutes went by, the street became dimmer as we get closer to the cemetery.

It was a really cool day in Calabasas. Not that it never is, I mean I live in california it’s always like this. The thing is that day felt really off to me. I don’t know why it did, but I had a feeling I would find out pretty soon; and later on, I did.

“You came back,” Sam says slowly. It’s four in the afternoon on a sunny day and Sam hasn’t seen Steve Rogers for weeks, not since ‘when do we start’ turned into ‘I understand if you need to do this alone’ turned into ‘I’ll play back-up if you need me to’.

“Of course not, today’s gonna suck” I replied. We both remembered the last time we went. “Probably not gonna be allowed to run the fifty five again, and I hate warming up there.”

The morning had arrived and I noticed an unbearable hunger in my stomach. Ben and I were miserable as we unwrapped some granola bars and headed on our way down the trail. We had left the tent behind and decided to search for Carly and Jacob. It had been seventeen hours since they took off and we saw them last. As I headed down the gravel road, the sun shined in my eyes and made it almost impossible to see.

As we walked from the school that we had slept in the night before, we sang a chorus “started, do not stop” and I started to noticed the houses that didn’t have the front finish and were smaller than the ones one my neighborhood.

I was a prisoner in my own body, captive inside my own skin, unable to break free. At the age of seventeen years old, I weighed over 255 pounds. I was unable to participate in ordinary activities due to the own restraints I had placed upon myself. I always felt alone in the crowd; I was self-conscious and felt as if the world always had a judgmental eye looking down on me. Food was my addiction, calories my drug. I was eating through my pain and depression. Food gave me a sense of safety and security unlike anything else. I was trapped, desperate for freedom. Until I decided to make a change; I decided that I was not going to be trapped any longer! I vowed to set myself free.

It was dreadfully hot in Winchester, Virginia that day. Sweat bled down the brown face of Abigail Shaw as she picked through the cotton that seemed to go on for miles. The girl's hair was matted and her filthy dress barely squeezed onto her skin and bones. She dreamed of a life. A life full of freedom. Though she had never experienced one and neither had the rest of her family. Abigail’s bereaving mother sat devastated in the fields knowing she would never see her baby girl again. Just yesterday, Lucy was sold off like cattle being sold in an auction. Abigail winced at the thought, afraid that she may be next.

I thought it was going to be a normal day. Afterall, the day had started out normal. I woke up, got ready, and went to school. All of my morning classes had passed by pretty quickly. The bell that signals the end of fourth period rang, and I headed to my least favorite class of the day, Language Arts.

My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The sense of nostalgia hits, rain leaves its own scent like the scent of an ex-lover’s. After all eternity doesn’t wait for the past to catch up, you just keep on going with your life as I have. Making my way to the kitchen I avoid all the papers on the floor scattered like a tornado threw up and shredded its life. My hands twitches to grab the phone eager to check for the ghost messages and calls. Putting down my arm as soons as it raises “don’t do it”. I turn in circles to find someone but in its leave was nothing. “ I know” I whispered to no one. The hallway was filled with darkness except for one room whose light was slowly dimming. Darting past the shadowed hands reaching for me I went into the room. Searching for that dark grey raincoat that was hung up on a hanger in the half empty closet.