A Short Story : A Story Of My Life

We were middle class, a very average family. The environment surrounding my family during that time was actually very civilized. Hardly no crime, amiable people and we got close with the neighbors and became very involved with their lives and they became involved in ours. I started attending Yeager Elementary. I really feel for that school because that is the place where I met most of the people I still talk to till this very day, it has a notable place in my heart, I can never forget my third through fifth grade years. I also started attending Tom Browne Middle School. Tom Browne was viewed as an average school, but, to some, it was a “low class”

I first started attending Morgan Owens Elementary School in the third grade. Changing schools was great for my reading and writing skills, but I had

My house was close to my elementary school, Lupin Hill. Sometimes I would walk(10) with my mom and sister to it up a very steep hill. Although we did have a “secret” pathway to the school that was shorter. There was also the park. I remember we always called it the Red Park. The Red Park was within walking distance(5) and where I would hang out with my friends often. On the last day of school, once, there was a water balloon fight with bright colourful balloons that would explode when they hit you.(9)

I started my educational career in John F. Kennedy Elementary. I don’t really remember my years there because I only went there for Kindergarten and 1st grade. After that, I went to Sepulveda Elementary. That was a learning experience because I had to basically be on my own for a couple of days since I was the new

Highschool. The place where young adolescents go to get there education. Junior year started and life was going great, I was just your average picture perfect daughter within a picture perfect family. Never would i have thought that on thanksgiving my mother would leave off to work and not come back. Those were the nights where i would hear my mom come in late at night need a place to shower or eat, those were the times where i would hear hear drunk slurred arguments with my dad. I knew it was her but I never went downstairs to look because I knew that going down there to just get a glance would bring back that thanksgiving.

It was an okay school but what made it great there was the people I met mostly my friend Emma. Since the first day of fourth grade we have been inseparable and we have shared so many memories together. Like in fifth grade we were put into a program with eight of the most intelligent kids in our class to do advanced math online, but to say that the math class turned into a fun class would be an understatement. The ten of us would roam around school playing ding-dong-ditch on classrooms. Other days, we would stay in the math room and finish our lessons then once we were done with the lessons we would play games like heads-up one-up, or mafia. But the real thrill was at recess when the two classes of fifth grade would compete against each other in capture-the-flag I could go on about that for days, but I am going to talk about sixth grade now that is when we started going to the bagel shop every thursday a tradition that hasn’t ended by the way. During the many trips and everything that has happened between those trips have strengthened me and have taught me things that I didn’t know I needed to know like best disney song to karaoke to, but essential life lessons everybody needs to learn in their

I ended up going to the local public-school Powell Middle School. This is where I spent 3 semesters until my mom got a call that said I was accepted to Gulf-Coast Middle School. I said bye to all my friends at Powell and then the next day transferred schools. I immediately felt a little bit of a culture shock from going

School when I was in L.T. Ball was two years I will never forget. Some of my favorite memories from those years were spent with my friends and teacher. I believe I had the best teachers and friends at that time. One of my favorite teachers to this day was my fifth grade teacher Mrs. Whidden. She was an amazing teacher and made learning so much fun for me. I made a lot of new friends once I was in L.T. Ball that are still my friends to this day. Once I was in the higher grades I started learning a lot about respect and doing what was right. Learning those lessons at that age really impacted me and has me me very polite and a good person. When I was younger I started to love since, so when I made it to state science fair in fifth grade I was

In 1996, my mother and father got married and nearly ten years later, they divorced. My mother tells me she married him because she needed a father for my half-sister, Rebecca, whose father was not around. Obviously, this wasn’t a good reason to give her life to someone. For the first

She obviously hates me, she has no other reason to do something like this to me. Why this quickly? Why couldn’t she let me know about this a month ago? Now I have to go somewhere that I don’t know anything about. I don’t know anyone there, including my own Nana! I haven’t seen her since I was six, and she doesn’t know anything about me. I opened my bedroom door to grab the suitcase, and there she was. My mother was standing there, staring at me with a blank stare waiting for me to open the door.

Everywhere we went my mom would say hello to somebody she knew. My sister and I would hide behind my mom, grabbing her by her jeans or each other in nervousness and we did not want my mom’s friend to see us. We would only come out when my mom would tell us to come forward and greet. My sister and I would look at each other before we said hi. The only times when we weren’t shy were when we would see our cousins. We would run up to them and try to play. My two or three year old body would try hard to keep its balance as I ran through the tan, dark, colored dirt road. I would often trip then fall on my face and cry. My mom would always scream at us” Que les dije woe no corran!”, “Didn’t I tell you not to run?” but we never listened. We were happy to run free getting our shoes dirty in the process and it gave me much joy to see people we knew everyday. Aunts and uncles would come over to our house and the smells of the frijoles, rice, nopales and sometimes meat cooking on the stove would fill the house. Lunch and Dinner were both eaten as a family, and tortillas were something you could not live without. With all the people and kids in the house you could see the dark muddy footprints all over the white tiles of the living room, and you could follow the footsteps into the kitchen.

“Let’s just start with the day you lost your sister,” the policeman encouraged the boy on. “The day I lost her, or the day I doomed her?” The boy couldn’t bare to lift his head more than an inch out of his hands. The tears have stung his cheeks since the day he lost her. “Time she was captured, boy, just describe the time she was taken,” he insisted, pushing a glass of water to me. Taking time to gather all the thoughts spilling and doing backflips in my mind, I start my story.

It is very hard to be invisible to the world, to be something you're not. But for you to understand I would have to tell you my story. It all started in the little town of Black Ridge on Halloween night. Joe, my best and only friend, and I got our costumes on and headed for the nearest decorated home. We were enjoying our Halloween until the school bullies came along they would make fun of my missing left hand and on how short and stubby Joe was. This time they dared us to go into the abandoned Jacobs mansion unless we were too wimpy to do it. Joe making the smart decision he refused, me on the other hand foolishly accepted the challenge. Jacobs mansion caught fire ten years ago and still stands today. No one knew how it burnt but there

There was darkness. Nothingness. Except the excruciating pain. But with pain came existence, and with existence hope. Then, slowly, Jacob lifted his head from the ground. As his blurry vision cleared, many things came to him: the fire raging on the wing, the plane lurching as it fell, and the last frozen second before impact.

I woke up. I was looking around like I was crazy, trying to piece together where I was. My whole body was in a cast and I could barely move. I gathered up my thoughts and figured out that I was in a hospital. I had no idea why I was there or what happened. I started to panic. I screamed and tried to get out of my bed as a nurse rushed into the room.