My life is finally starting to fall into place, like a missing puzzle piece. It’s been nine long and stressful years, since I had last seen my brother . My dad always told me “ Let time play itself out and hope for the best”. I never thought my dad’s words would come true, until now. This is how it all began, All of this started when my brother and sister's and I were children. Our biological mother Glenda did not care about us at all, she was a very selfish women. There are five kids, Claudia, Myself, Shawn Jr., Ciera, and Trinity. Claudia and I are the two oldest. Followed by Shawn Jr. and Ciera, and the youngest child Trinity. The story begins when our biological mom Glenda underhandedly signed us kids over to foster care. Our Dad was always trying to see and visit, however Glenda would just send him away time and time again.She never wanted him home, when this was happening Glenda was sneakingly meeting with a CPS caseworker, but she would lie saying they were just her friends. Glenda signed over her rights, however we were able to visit each other and occasionally with other family members. Some of us were placed together and some of us were separated , and some of us were moved around to different houses.
Our Dad fought for 18 months to get all of us back, but only I was able to return home. He got one of his kids back after fighting for all of us. When my dad got me back we went a lot of places. My favorite place was the Phoenix zoo,where my dad got me a
To some parents, teenagers may seem like aliens because they don’t understand them. In reality, the world deals with communicating with the unknown, this happens with languages and miscommunication between parents and children. In the story, Louise deals with trying to understand the heptapods language trying to communicte with her daughter. In The Story of Your Life, Ted Chiang uses imagery to help support the theme “Communication with the unknown”.
I finally reached a point where I felt I needed to rest, or get an idea of where I had
What would you do if you had to spend a week at your grandparent’s house in the middle of nowhere? That’s exactly what 13 year old Jane was thinking when her mom told her she was going to visit her grandma and grandpa for a week. As she finished packing her blue duffel bag it was time to leave before she knew it. Jane got in the car and the road trip out to the middle of nowhere began. “This week is going to be pretty boring”, she thought.
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.
On January 28, 2003 I was born. I was born early so I had breathing problems for the first few weeks of my life. When I was two I would stay with my grandparents half the time because my parents were very buys. My dad was never home because he was firefighter and rescue diver. My grandpa would watch me and take me places with him. I would always end up at my aunt's house or going on long scenic drives with them because they were bored. When I was three my parents took me to Ceter Point with family and we walked around just looking at the rides because I was too young to ride any.
"Since we are already passing through, let's go to Owen and Laura Beth's," my dad stated.
“Mom, my stomach hurts,” I whined to my Mother for about the tenth time. “MOOOOOOOOOM!” I yelled in a whisper sort of way. I was sitting with my Mom, Dad, and brother watching a play in a vast theatre with only about a fourth of the seats taken. We were on a Disney cruise, and I was still in awe that I couldn’t feel the boat rocking. My Mom finally decided to have us exit the theatre and leave the dazzling princesses with brightly colored dresses and fake crowns behind.
“Hey mom how are you doing today?” I said as I climbed into the four door G.M.C. Fine my mom replied. Wow another bland answer I thought to myself I wonder what high school I got into should I ask her or should I wait I thought to myself. “Hey mom any news?” No, she replied. Wow still I got another plain answer. Man, I still want to ask her about the school because I really wanted to know what’s the deal about me getting into high school or not. I’ve been waiting for a good moment for me to ask here the question as we pulled out the schools traffic
Hurtling down her home street at 80km/h; she grinned to herself as she whipped past the rows of gloomy suburban housing. This was the only source of fun for someone like her, a side of her that she kept from her parents. Diana zoomed past the end corner of her street barely letting off of the pedal. ÁROOO’! The sudden bark from a large greyhound woken up from the roar of a motorcycle caused a flinch from Diana and she lost control of the bike. A sudden pain in her legs like a million white-hot needles plagued her, but it was the sudden knock to her head that put her down.
“This is all your fault, Laela. How could you do this to me, to us… to your brother? You
I had always taken life as a joke or not that serious until this tragic event affected my whole life. It was just a routine day during summer break and life seemed pretty good until I received a phone call from my mom to come home as soon as possible. I then thought that maybe they had a surprise for me because it was close to my birthday.
I always knew that one day, my worst fear would be realized....yet when it did come, I was no where near ready to accept it.
“I’m so excited!” I said, as we were loading the supplies into the car. I picked up the cooler and loaded it into the back of the truck. My long brown hair brushed my face while the bright warm sun of the afternoon warmed me. Then, I started loading other things into the car, not exactly knowing where they were supposed to go.
July 17, what should have been a normal day, but was far from normal. I woke up in my brothers room after falling asleep the day watching a movie with my brother Dalton and his “friend”. When I woke up it wasn’t the same as always, I woke up to hands touching me. During the time I was only 12 years old so I didn’t really understand what was happening until about 5 minutes later. When I finally realized what was happening I didn’t know what to do since it was getting worse. It started with hands on top of my clothes but it soon turned into way more when he put his hands down my shorts, and up my shirt. My brother was sound asleep beside me so I tried to wake him up, I tried to be as quiet as a mouse because my brothers “friend” thought I was asleep and I was scared if I moved to much he would hurt me even more. After about 10 minutes of me trying to wake up my brother and failing I quickly started to lose hope. Not knowing what to do anymore I turned my head to the left, towards my brother and started silently crying and during all of this the assault was still going on. But, little did I know it was far from over because he kept touching me for more long grueling minutes while I laied there dying a little bit more inside every second. Then, it happened a spark of hope, my little brother Logan came downstairs to wake us all up and tell us breakfast was read. Little did I know my brothers “friend” would shut that down right away by saying “Shh, she’s
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.