A Short Story : The 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.

When my brother and I finished kindergarten, that summer we decided we were going to go to school. During school didn't get to see my step brother Cole much because he lived with his mom in Sheridan. In the summer Cole came to our house a lot, and we built forts in the woods. In the third grade, my dad got into a four wheeler accident and got a hole in his heart. He had one big stroke and two small ones. He got surgery to patch up the hole in his heart. That summer my family went the baseball park to watch my brother Christian play. In the fourth grade, a dog wandered into my yard. My family gave her food and water because it looked like she was not fed. She stayed at our house for a whole week so my parents said we could keep her, we named her Amega. Not long after that, she had puppies so we kept one, and named her

2:When i was in kindergarten i was play with my dog in the back yard and ran to the porch at my old house and my dog jumped on me i tripped on his water bowl and fell on a tractor blade as i was falling i hit the blade and it went through my lip i started to bleed everywhere my dad heard me screaming and pulled me off the tractor blade and got me inside my mom who's a nurse came running with a rag to stop the bleeding on the ride there i lost enough blood to cover my dads trucks floor when we got there i was rushed to the emergency room to get stitches it took five people to pin me down when i got out of the hospital i could only drink smoothies for four weeks

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”.

The next week school started but the fun part had been when I got to sit out of p.e.. After a few weeks my mom checked me out of school to take me to get my stitches out. When we got to the doctor's office I went to a room. Many of the nurses congratulated me on being able to withstand the pain of having twenty-one stitches. I felt a little sting like a needle pricking me as she cut the stitches out. After she cut them out she realized some did not fully healed so she put a small bandage over them and finally I got to

I finally reached a point where I felt I needed to rest, or get an idea of where I had

I immediately rushed the mysterious box of money to my room to count it. There was a total of $40,000! Where did all of that money come from?

It’s February 12th, a cold, snowy day. I run into my mom’s room because I heard her scream. When I get there I see her on her back in pain. I’m dumfounded, I just there paralyzed, until I hear her say

Imagine being stuck in a car upside down on a beautiful day. This was an extremely scary situation, considering I was three and my mom was pregnant. It was just an ordinary day heading over to my Nana and Pop pop's house in Medford NJ when all the sudden “BOOM” some random man hit us from behind sending us into a pile up of three other cars before landing in a ditch upside down.

“They judge me like a picture book, by the colors like they forgot to read”-Lana del rey. Proving that people tend to judge without allowing themselves to give me a chance. They always go with what their eyes tell, but they should know that I'm more than what I appear to be.

"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.

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

“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

I loved to visit my nana’s house. As soon as I walked in, I could smell the rich, cinnamon-y flavor of the rice pudding bubbling on the stove. Most of my friend’s grandmothers baked cookies, but I thought rice pudding was way better. I ran to the kitchen, my bare feet going slap slap slap on the shiny wood floor. I ran up behind Nana and gave her a big squeeze.