A Short Story : A Story Of My Life

“Madison Carter! I know you were the class clown! Don’t try to fool me!” my husband Johnny Flash yelped. I rolled my eyes, I didn’t have time to argue, I had to get ready.

The nurse came to me with a beautiful baby in her arms. It so tiny. I stood there watching the baby with amazement. It was not just me that was stunned, amazed and frozen watching my tiny little angel. The boys -- my best friends who were with me also looked at my baby with their sparkling eyes.

As I jumped out the car all I could think of about that wretched person who I called mother. As I got up I felt a dreadful piercing around my left ankle but the pain was better than hearing how good of an angel his mama was. I sat back down and massaged my left ankle, it didn't really help but it felt a little better than before. I started walking again, nevertheless the heat from the scorching sun made me feel hazy. It reminded me of when my pops used to take me out to a ball game. He told me one day I was going to play in the big league and he was going to guide me every step of the way. Well he can't do that now can he?

It all started back in April, My friend Chanel began to mess with someone she had no business messing with. From there she knew she shouldn't be messing with this dude once she started to find out more about him. It was all kept from another friend and I because she felt ashamed and embarrassed to tell us. What in your everlasting mind would think this is okay. We didn't end up finding out until about 3 months later.

I sat in front of my bright, intense computer screen, desperately trying to finish my math homework. I was failing this class, as well as every other class, but I was far behind my peers in math. I was wishing I could have some alien genius tutor me.

It was November 3, 2016, around 4:15p.m., on a cool windy day in Springfield, Illinois, a farmer

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, I could hear the sounds of birds chirping and I still just sat there on my bed sobbing and wondering what I would do with someone I barely know. I was pouting trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly, I heard a phone ring and it was my mom's phone and I tried to listen in on her conversation from my room but it was too hard. After she got off the phone, she came running upstairs and knocked on my door “Izzy are you up I have good news” I pretended I was asleep and didn't answer her, eventually she went back downstairs. I was so upset that I had to take a nap, so I did. About 45 minutes later I woke up and went downstairs, Mom said that she had wonderful news. “Izzy I got a phone call and I am able to bring one guest with me that can stay in the house and see me when I get back every day” I jumped with joy! “Izzy I know you want to come with me, but if you want, you can still see grandma if you want to”. As soon as mom said that, suddenly I realized that I haven't seen my grandmas in years and she knows i'm coming and she is probably super excited excited to see me. Also I want to be able to see mom, so I went back to my room to think things over. I listed the good things about going to grandmas. She probably is super excited to see me after all of these years and I do want to see her and also it would be cool to see her for 2 months because after the 2 months I may not see her fore many more years. I went downstairs and started

My life wasn’t always so phony and insubstantial. I had a life once , a real one, but I threw it away for the “better” make-believe version. Now here I am, standing on the ledge, with no parachute to catch me in my decent. Staring down into the vaporous abyss that is, my ticket out. All I have to do is leap, and gravity will carry out the rest.

The louder I screamed, the more Blair chuckled. It was like he didn’t even care that Mikki’s life was on the line. Soon I caught up to them. I was so difficult, but I did it. I reached my boney arms to reached for her. I felt her arm slightly, when i jerked her back into my arms. Once she noticed that she was back into my arms, she sighed in relief. Not long after Blair noticed that he was empty handed. He turned around and started running our way. I grabbed Mikki, and started running. In the distance I saw a vacant car. It was at the end of a dark and spooky alleyway. It wouldn't be much, but it might be our only chance to survive. I could feel my lungs burning like fire. In an instant Mikki fell onto the floor. She twisted her ankle. Without thinking I threw her onto my back and bolted for the car. I finally got to the car, and just my luck it was locked. I kick through the window. The piercing pain in my leg was nothing compared to the fear I have for Mikki. I throw her into the passenger seat and begin to hotwire the small black car. I knew he wasn’t far behind me, and if I don’t hurry he will catch me. I hear the roar of the engine start up. I have never been so happy in my life. I see the Mikki’s face light up when she realized that there might be hope for us after all.

A mysterious island, an abandoned orphanage and a great collection of strange photos. I honestly don't know what I would have done without this book. It has actually changed my life.

Arya’s toes sink in the soft carpet as she runs down the stairs. The smell of breakfast fill her nose with joy.

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were in home, my old, but nice home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it always smells like her. The long and comfortable sofas that were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami's favorite. That's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that it was almost getting ripped out. Monse, my old sister, she didn't liked dresses that's why she was wearing her pajamas, same as my older brother, Tiger. And Papi, he wasn't here. We haven't seen him for almost two months by now, we miss him, Mami is the one who misses him the most. She always cries at night when I go to see her because of my nightmares.

My story begins in a cattle barn in East Tennessee. I was halter breaking a heifer, named Rosie, for the 2005 Jefferson County Fair. Although I was rather small at the time, my father thought it would be a good thing to let me do it on my own. The first thing I was ever told before grabbing a hold of the halter, was to never let go, and I took that to heart. Rosie and I took slow, timid steps as she was weary of a small child, and I was weary of a twelve hundred pound heifer.

It was mid october and I was sitting in the car thinking what it would be like to have a house or a room, or at least another outfit. My mom couldn’t afford to buy a house or new clothes so, day after day I wore the same clothes to school hoping the kids at my school wouldn’t notice,eventually they all noticed. It all started when my mom, Beth, had me at 16 years old. My whole family shut her out, and my dad left my mom, when I was just us two years old. Me and my mom had a great life even though we lived in a car. One day something horrible happened to my mom… One day I came to the car from school, everyday I have to find a way to sneak away from the crowd to go the the abandoned park that is now surrounded by pine trees where we keep our car, and that day it was my birthday, usually we don’t get presents on our birthdays. But when I got to our secret parking spot there was a box on the picnic table right outside our car that read “to Maya”. So I waited for mom to get home so I could open the strange box, I was filled with excitement, when mom got home I went straight for the box and asked ‘’can I open it?’’

I was born on October 18th, 2002 in Zanesville Ohio. Then I was brought home in Hanover where I currently live. I spent my childhood with my brother, Gage at my grandmother’s house while our parents were at work. We always hung out with our cousins, Joslin and Andrew, that be either riding bikes through the neighborhood or playing games and music in the treehouse. We always had a blast at grandma’s and there is where we all have our best stories and memories.