A Tale : A Short Story : My Tale

The transition from Grady High School had become a starting point of a new life. Slowly but surely, it found its way into adulthood. Where I embraced a new sense of responsibility and maturity. At this given time and day, I was responsible for following the rules and regulations. These set of rules was being enforced by the principal named Dr.Bockman. Students did not appreciate her position as being principal, yet her job was to support the Grady community. She had a very strict job and she took it very seriously. Nevertheless, I made my first entrance into the steps of being in high school. I walked into Grady High School with an overwhelming fear of anxiety and depression. I had no idea what the expectations was gonna be. So, I knew that

“Aren’t you that freshmen on the varsity volleyball team?” “Are you Romel’s little sister?!” I would not be able to count how many times I received this question from both students and teachers. But, as much as it was annoying, I would not want it any other way. Making the varsity volleyball team and having a smart, intelligent brother that everybody knew made the start to my high school career exemplary and probably the best time of my life. I created friendships like a piece of cake and had a loving brother that helped me academically and athletically to reach my full potential. I was a varsity athlete as a freshmen in gymnastics and track and field as well so in my eyes, that is the perfect year. Towards the end of the year, my mom randomly asked me if I wanted to move to Seattle. Yeah, it was only three hours away but do I want to leave my ideal life? Plenty of thoughts rushed into my head like a waterfall falling from the cliffs. I wanted to say “No.” but instead I unsurely said, “Yeah, why not?” acting

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

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were in home, my old, but nice home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it always smells like her. The long and comfortable sofas that were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami's favorite. That's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that it was almost getting ripped out. Monse, my old sister, she didn't liked dresses that's why she was wearing her pajamas, same as my older brother, Tiger. And Papi, he wasn't here. We haven't seen him for almost two months by now, we miss him, Mami is the one who misses him the most. She always cries at night when I go to see her because of my nightmares.

My story begins in a cattle barn in East Tennessee. I was halter breaking a heifer, named Rosie, for the 2005 Jefferson County Fair. Although I was rather small at the time, my father thought it would be a good thing to let me do it on my own. The first thing I was ever told before grabbing a hold of the halter, was to never let go, and I took that to heart. Rosie and I took slow, timid steps as she was weary of a small child, and I was weary of a twelve hundred pound heifer.

My life wasn’t always so phony and insubstantial. I had a life once , a real one, but I threw it away for the “better” make-believe version. Now here I am, standing on the ledge, with no parachute to catch me in my decent. Staring down into the vaporous abyss that is, my ticket out. All I have to do is leap, and gravity will carry out the rest.

In 2016, David is a senior in high school. He was a Chinese American student at Burlington High School in the state of Vermont. The seniors entered the cafeteria. Their talking and thrilled laughter filled the building as they sat at their tables for lunch. Every item was so soggy, so bland, it was depression served cold. David and his friends sat down on the ramshackle, creaky table.

I was born Portland, Oregon raised there for five years. I lived fifteen minutes outside a small town called Forest Grove which was an hour outside of Portland. Grow up in a Christian home all my life. I have three other siblings two are older and the other is younger. I have a brother is twenty-four, then I have a sister that is twenty-one and a brother who is fifteen. In the five year that I lived in Oregon we went to Solid Life Center and my parents were youth pastors. We lived in Gaston a very small town outside of Forest Grove.

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.

The story I am about to tell you is all very true and is about the story of my life…in a shorter way of saying it. Therefore, my story might motivate you about some things that you will probably have on mind, so read closely. The beginning of my story starts out with the letter “I.”

My story begins when I was in 3rd grade and I was home alone. And I was 7 or 8 years old I’m the youngest of my siblings. During my third grade year I was a troublemaker only at home, at school I was what you call one of the goody goods. Me and my brother Colin, who is 2 years older than but acts like a kindergartner, well that my opinion would get in trouble all the time at home.

My life was one consisting of quite the amount of tragedies, however, as I tell my tale, I am careful in reminiscing of the delightful times that occurred throughout, despite all the burdensome moments I have endured. My story begins in the early twentieth century, when my parents birthed a healthy girl, a prepossessing little creature. I am delighted to say I had a merry childhood, as my wealthy parents raised me to be nothing short of whimsical, up until I reached my teenage years.

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.

“I can’t believe my girls are in high school now,” she said. I glanced at my sister, trying to tell her not to respond. I knew if we responded my mom would reminisce on the days when my sister, Shiloh, and I were younger.

I jumped at the sound of my alarm clock very disappointed that the guy I had fallen for, was just in my dreams. As I laid there in my bed I couldn 't help but wonder what I would say if my dream did come true. But just as I began to think, my mother shouted. “Maddison Klintfield, get your butt down here! You are going to be late for your first day at your new school!!” This was always one of the most disappointing sentences that came out of my mother’s mouth. I hated school. I hated having no friends but it is hard to make friends knowing that you will most likely move schools the next year. I couldn 't help but think that this year was going to be better. At least I hope it will be.