A Short Story : The Story Of My Life

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.

"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

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,

Once upon a time there lived a young girl with her mother. She had everything she could have asked for but she was still unsatisfied and didn’t understand what her loved ones did for her. One day the young girl was walking around the local market when an old woman stopped her and said “ I offer you this magical ring for your beauty. It will grant you any wish you desire but you must choose carefully for this ring with grant you only one wish.”

In the year of 2009 at the age of 8 or 9 my mom had big news to tell me. Many emotions were brought upon me, but for the most part I was excited yet scared to hear the news. My aunt and grandma knew about the news, so I was next in line. My mother didn't know how to tell me because I was so young and she didn't know if I was able to handle the news or not. One morning while getting ready for school, she sat me down and said she had some news to tell me. After thinking about all the possible things she could say, I eventually asked what was it? She responded back that I was going to be a big sister.

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

During the summer of 2017 life was perfectly fine, not worrying about stress and being carefree and single. This is why it was carefree and fun first I had a job at McDonald’s which I thought was going to be boring and dreadful but it turned out that I loved it the managers they were nice and I was very good at every job they gave me and then when paycheck day came I was cut 400 dollars which didn’t bother me much at first because the manager said he would fix it I just had to give him all of my hours that I worked. Giving him all of my hours was easy to do so I did that with no problem. After I gave him my hours 2 weeks have passed and I still never got my full paycheck then finally I talked to the managers which apparently they had no clue about it and told me to talk to another manager and then after that my brother took a vacation to Washington state and never came back so I was done at that point I walked out and then a few days later they gave me my paycheck’s and begged me to come back, I considered coming back but after all of that annoyance I wanted to have a good summer so instead I never went back. This didn’t hinder me of the good summer I wanted so from there the summer truly began.

I was born in Portland, when i was five years old my mom moved to Mexico she had a lot of problems with the law. My two sisters and i stayed with my dad. My sisters names are Cindy and Estrella, Cindy is 18 years old and Estrella is 19 years old. At first when we were with my dad it was hard because we were really used to have mom around the house. My dad needed to work a lot so i would just spend my time with babysitters, i hated all my babysitters all the kids were so annoying. There was only one babysitter that i really liked, her name was Noemi she was like my second Mom she show me a lot of things of life, like saying thank you to people and saying please. She just showed me how to be a better person. When i turn 11 years old Noemi stopped babysitting me because she moved really far from beaverton, i was really upset when she left but she would always tell me that i am always welcome to go to her house. After Noemi stopped babysitting me i would stayed with my two sisters at home.

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 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 remember when I was a little girl around four I woke up in my room to the sun. It was spring time on a Saturday and it was just me and my mom at home. When I woke up I immediately went looking for my mom knowing she was around somewhere. I checked in the kitchen and living room but it was empty and quiet. After doing that I decided to check the basement, which as a kid is the worst place to be all alone, however for some reason I felt like she was down there washing clothes because where else could she have gone. I traveled down the stairs slowly and scaredly. As I was walking down the basement stairs I passed the sunny door leading to the backyard and all of the sunlight that came from the door was lighting up the basement making it look welcoming and not so cold and dark. I then heard the washing machine turn on and that's when I knew she was there and decided to pass through the dimly lit basement to the laundry room where she was. When I approached her she turned around and seen that I was up and said “Good morning I washed Mrs. Bear ”. Mrs. Bear was a white bear with a brown threaded nose and two black eyes that I had been given by my mother. Mrs. Bear would always get dirty fast and as a little kid I cared about her alot so when I heard my mom saying she washed her I was ecstatic. I looked up to see Mrs. Bear sitting on the ledge of the small basement window, her white fur glowing from the sun, looking almost brand new. My mom brought her down for me and immediately