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.

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.

As if he read my mind he grabbed my hand. I looked up at him surprised.

“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,

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

If only dreams could come true, I would wish that I were born into a two parent home or at least parents that were able to co-parent and be cordial amongst one another. I also wish that my family was close or more of a “normal” family. I was born on March 17, 1991, in Chicago, Illinois at Cook County Hospital, that’s all I really know or remember about my childhood. Based on what I’ve been told I didn’t spend much time in Chicago, there weren’t any videos or pictures from the day I was born. My mother was 22 at the time she had me and she was unmarried, I couldn’t tell you where my father or his family was on this eventful day.

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.

I don’t really know where to begin, but i’ll give it a try. My names Jethro (JuJu) Melse also known as Jet. I turned 16 this month on the third of September. I was born in Orlando, Florida. But was raised in Paterson ,New Jersey. My nationality is Haitian. Im also a Christian. I am also the first born. I grew up with two younger siblings. But I had a lot of responsibilities from a young age. I will be telling you the story about me.