A Story Of A Story : My Story

I really had trouble finding a topic that I thought would inspire readers or keep their attention. I reviewed the information from unit one several times before picking my topic. The topic that I chose was a scary situation for me that took place this year and felt that readers needed to know how these types of incidents can happen and how often they happen around the world. I felt like my story alone could not make the paper requirements and may need to revise several areas where I stated outside information even though I felt it to be very important information and relevant to my personal story. As I was writing my story I felt like I did a good job and had a successful paper, until I reviewed unit three’s lecture and lecture review, where

I was born on August 22, 1999 in Fort Bragg, North Carolina around midnight. So, the second I seen the outside world; still the hospital room I saw my Grandma, Pappy, Maw-Maw, and papa, and my mom was crying. However, the person missing from the room was my father. My coach was more of a father than anyone in my life.

Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers.

I was walking over to the sidewalk to head home, when out of nowhere a dark blue truck sped up to me, and the man in it yelled “ come on kid get in the car your mom just went to the hospital, she had a heart attack.” The guy was staring at me as if he didn’t want me to leave.

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.

My family story is not about someone who is blood-related, but rather a family friend of my great grandmother. Her name is Eva Mozes Kor, a twin of her sister Miriam, born in nineteen thirty-four. They were born into a family of three other children. They resided a tiny town in Transylvania, Romania. In May of nineteen forty-four, Eva and her family arrived by train car at the concentration camp, Auschwitz. They got down from the train car, where people were chosen to live or die. People were crying, pushing, and shoving each other. Dogs were barking, everyone was trying to make sense of the place. Eva turned around while trying to identify where the Nazis had taken her and her family. She had never seen or even heard of a place like this. When she turned around, she realized that her father and her two older sisters were gone and she never saw them again. She and her twin sister Miriam were holding onto their mother for dear life. A Nazi was running in the middle of that selection platform, yelling at the other Nazis, “Twins, twins.” while pointing at Eva and her sister. Another nazi then noticed them and commanded to know if Eva and Miriam were twins. Her mother then asked “Is that good?” and the Nazi responded “yes.” Then her mother said, “yes they are twins.” At that moment, another nazi came, pulled her mother to the right and pulled her and her sister the other way, they were crying as they watched their mother sobbing while being pulled away from them. All Eva can

It was November 3, 2016, around 4:15p.m., on a cool windy day in Springfield, Illinois, a farmer

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 was smiling ear from ear when I found out some very unexpected news that my mom had just told me. Me, my sister, and my brother were called into the living room by my mom, I guess she had some important news to tell us. It was a normal day so far at the Decker house, besides some of our craziness. I did not know that my life would change forever in an instant, something I would have never imagined. I did not know that this moment in time would be one of the most important moments to have happened to me.

The louder I screamed, the more Blair chuckled. It was like he didn’t even care that Mikki’s life was on the line. Soon I caught up to them. I was so difficult, but I did it. I reached my boney arms to reached for her. I felt her arm slightly, when i jerked her back into my arms. Once she noticed that she was back into my arms, she sighed in relief. Not long after Blair noticed that he was empty handed. He turned around and started running our way. I grabbed Mikki, and started running. In the distance I saw a vacant car. It was at the end of a dark and spooky alleyway. It wouldn't be much, but it might be our only chance to survive. I could feel my lungs burning like fire. In an instant Mikki fell onto the floor. She twisted her ankle. Without thinking I threw her onto my back and bolted for the car. I finally got to the car, and just my luck it was locked. I kick through the window. The piercing pain in my leg was nothing compared to the fear I have for Mikki. I throw her into the passenger seat and begin to hotwire the small black car. I knew he wasn’t far behind me, and if I don’t hurry he will catch me. I hear the roar of the engine start up. I have never been so happy in my life. I see the Mikki’s face light up when she realized that there might be hope for us after all.

Arya’s toes sink in the soft carpet as she runs down the stairs. The smell of breakfast fill her nose with joy.

My heart was pounding in my chest feeling like it would burst out any minute, “why is this happening I sobbed. I couldn’t even think my head was racing so fast, “how is this possible how….how….HOW!” I shrieked, But that was my biggest mistake.

My Story….. When I was about the age of 6 years old maybe seven. I was sexually assaulted. I was at an elementary school which I will call Tree School for right now. So I had a family friend who I will call “James”. James and I were okay friends I guess. I was kind of a tomboy so I loved boxing and wrestling with boys. One day when I went to James house. We were wrestling and we decided to go upstairs because James had gotten a train for his birthday. So I went upstairs with him and asked to play with the train. At that time I didn’t really like barbies and stuff and this train was known as more of a boys kind of train but that’s not the point. Anyways so when I asked to play with the train he replied no. Of course being a stubborn

This will be the story of my life. I will have multiple stories to tell you and my first one will be when my grandpa died. I had a great relationship with my grandpa so when I found out that my grandpa had cancer I was really sad. So then I wanted to hang out with him even more but couldn't because he was in the hospital most of the time. It was really hard for me at the time because I wasn’t nice so when he would ask for help I wouldn’t want to. So I when he died I was very sad because I felt like I was mean to so I was disappointed In myself. Then so when he was in the hospital we would stay there late and I would be tired for school. So then my grades got worse. Then my behavior got worse. Then after he died we moved because my grandma would have lived alone and wouldn’t be able to pay the bills. My next story will be when my stomach tied up. So when I was like 8 months old my stomach got tied up so I started to throw up and It would change colors. My mom said that she didn’t know what was going on. Then my stomach got worse and I throw up more often so then my got worried. The doctors had to cut open my stomach to see what was going on. My stomach almost exploded and the doctors said that if it exploded I would have died because all the ased would have killed me because it would have melted everything in me.

Death is the thing you hear and know about but never truly know until you face it. I never thought death would frighten me until I was looking at my mom in the hospital; her face bruised from going unconscious and hitting the floor from what the doctors diagnosed her with “unclassified cardiomyopathy”. Not only did death caused me to worry for my family, but it also even made me worry for my future. With almost losing a special person, I realized that life can suddenly be taken from you. Life is valuable and should not be taken for granted and to savor everything.