All The Truth Comes Out

It was a Tuesday afternoon when my dad picked me up from school at 2:20 pm. It was my last year at Miami Carol City Senior High School. On the way home, we talked about him buying me my first car. I wanted a car because almost every senior at my high school drove to school. Even though my house was 3 minutes away, I walked to school, which made it 15 minutes walk. When we arrived in front of our house, we both walked inside the house and directly into the kitchen. As I turned the corner to into the kitchen, my mom was inside the kitchen making chicken pasta. My dad and I sat at the table as he said out loud, “ I think we should go ahead and buy Kia her first car.”

I woke up in hot sweat, well, not a hot sweat exactly, but it felt like my body was melting and my head felt quite foggy. I didn't really pay attention to much that was different about my surroundings until I heard a faint, yet gentle voice approach me from across the hall. It sounded like Phoebe but different. The voice sounded older and less pure, so it couldn't be Phoebe. Everything just felt different. I noticed the clothes I was wearing were drab. If I was at Pencey I would be shamed by the entire class for showing up in these clothes. Making the connection I realised I was in quite a small room with not much to it. There was a desk which held a mountain of papers. There was an old rickety chair, and a small dresser. Other than that

At 4:30 am, my alarm went off; I was more tired than ever. I rolled over stepping onto the wood floor. I walked to the bathroom feeling as if I could collapse and fall back into my deep sleep. After my shower, I went back into the snug, little room I was calling home for the time being at my grandparent’s house. I was at my grandparents house due to the fact that my dad and Stacy were already in the Dominican Republic. I packed my last few belongings and crawled back into the bed to fall asleep for a few minutes. I assumed that ten minutes had passed when I remember hearing my grandparents talking about how we had to leave soon. My grandma came in asking us what we had wanted for breakfast. Mickenzie and I told her we weren’t hungry and got out of the warm cozy bed to get in the car. After changing, we went out to the kitchen to say bye to our grandma, seeing that there wasn’t room for her in the car. She gave us a huge, tight bear hug telling us to be safe.

They wanted me to do their homework and we was only in the 2nd or 3rd grade. There was no excuses why they could not do their own. When I turned six years old, everything changed. I was called to the office and when I got there my aunt was standing beside a woman and they were looking and smiling at me. I just looked and smiled back and automatically knew it was my mom. She looked like me and I could not say anything because my heart was just pounding. I just hugged her. Ever since, I would go to my mom’s house, on the weekend, to spend time with her. When I hit 10 years old, I walked in my aunt house after school one day and a man sitting on the sofa and I automatically knew it was my dad. I knew it was him because I knew where he was. He was in jail. He wrote to me and sent pictures. It had me thinking maybe my mom was in jail also because he told me they had a big fight and she had pulled a knife out on him. I do not know why she did not send pictures or ever write

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

My family and I went to Colorado Spring for christmas break. We packed up all of our stuff then we put it all in the car. When we got done putting all of our stuff in the car we left we got on the highway. As soon as we got on the highway I took a nap. I woke up when we were in Colorado we were almost there. I was talking to my parents until we stop to get gas. I sat in the car until my dad got done filling the car up. We drove for a little bit and we were in Colorado Springs. We drove to my Aunt's house when we got there I took my stuff in the room I stay in. My cousin came from downstairs and said “Hi ” then he went back downstairs. My aunt put on a movie to all watch together. My grandma was cooking something for all of to eat when the movies was over I went to the kitchen to eat. I went to the kitchen table to talk to my dad. When my dad got done eating We heard a knock on the door we answered it and it was on of my uncles and aunts then my cousins walked in.

7th grade was the year I woke up. My mom called me into her bedroom late one afternoon and was still sitting on her bed, wearing her pajamas. The bright and cheerful sunshine that lit up the room gave a false ambiance of the tension that clouded the air. I already knew what she was going to say, but I did not want to believe it as the truth. I had noticed that my mom and dad's relationship with one another was growing apart just by the way they acted around each other. The conversations between them became shorter and their affection for one another began to fade. My dad spent his nights falling asleep watching TV on the couch, while my mom slowly disappeared back into her bedroom, alone. This had been happening for a while now, so I do not know why I was even surprised when my mom said to me that, “Your dad and I are getting a divorce”. I should have seen it coming. The clues were all in front of me, but I was too afraid to put them together. I was scared because, for the first time in my life, the image of my "perfect" family was crumbling before me. I knew inside that my family was falling apart, but I was desperately holding onto the fibers that I thought were keeping us together. It is hard to believe that one encounter can change the course of one's life forever. In this instance, I was awoken from the dream that I had been living in for so long.

Then the night started to get dark and as the time grew closer and closer my hands got sweaty, my heart started pounding out of my chest, and my mind wizzed with thoughts. Than when I got the call that they were almost there. Then fifteen minutes later we heard the sound of motorcycles pulling up a gravel road. My heart pounding out of my chest with nervousness and happiness. That's when everyone was looking around confused. They all pulled up and got of their bikes and I went up and hugged everyone and told my thank yous for coming. Everyone had gathered around and my dad told his story as Nabour held the envelope with the money it. Veronica and I stood up in the front and as they were talking I kept looking from Veronica to my dad and Nabour with tears pouring out of my eyes. Then the words finally poured out of Nabour’s mouth “I would like to present you with a thousand dollars, happy birthday!” She looked over to me with both of us tears pouring out of our eyes. Her face in shock she came up to me and gave me a hugged and thanked me for it multiple times. I think that was a birthday party well

Ten minutes later we were in the preschool and my dad signed me In and we went inside. When inside, I went to go eat breakfast. While I was eating my food I started to think about the times I spent with my grandma. One time we went to see here and I played Lagos with her. Other times she took me on walks, that's at least what my mom says. Those were the days when she was able to talk. After I ate my breakfast my dad left to go to his job. After he left the grownups

I had a pretty normal childhood. Growing up in Paris, I thought I was an only child because I was spoiled. In reality, I wasn’t. My older brother, Michael, was killed when he was 16 in the Great War. My parents mourned and stayed out of social circles for a long time. Six years later, in 1923, it almost forced them to come out and enjoy life. I grew up in Paris’ most elite social circles, which meant that my parents were rich, but also that I attended lots of balls. Lots of thought was put into my education and my parents finally hired two tutors for me. One to teach me basic reading, writing, math, and history, while the other was hired to teach me social graces, like dancing, manners, and all that stuff. I had lots of suitors from when I

On a Thursday afternoon ,my friends and I were supposed to meet up at one of my friend’s house. Little did I know that I would have to make a decision that would put my parents trust at risk. Once I got to my friend's house, I saw two of my friends standing outside and they were holding a poster with roses. There I was, standing in front of my friends looking at a question on the poster .

I go to school at Kirtland Central High School. I arrive on the bus, looking out the window watching the view of the world. When I reach the school zone I see students get dropped off or those who drive pull into the parking lot. When I get off the bus I see students on the left side that wait for their bus to arrive. I walk pass them and walk beside a giant wall seeing grass ahead of me with three big trees in the front with vehicle parked.

We didn’t get to go to the mall that night and i was kind of upset about it but i knew there was going to be two more days i could try. The first night meals were so good and we went to the indoor waterpark that was in the hotel we stayed at, but there was still no mall. The meal we had that night was delicious and i had to take some of it back to the hotel room cause i didn’t have enough room to eat the rest. Later that night i had asked my grandma if we could go to the mall again and she said the same thing, “i don't know, we will have to see.” Those words again had me distressed, because i really wanted to go and i wasn’t getting my way. The next morning i walked in the hotel room after eating and asked my grandma another time if we could go to the mall. At that point my grandma was getting annoyed by me because i kept asking over and over and she started getting louder and louder. My isn't the type of person to yell but she was that day. She got so mad that she told me to leave the room. She actually wanted to leave a night early because of the weather and the way me and my brothers kept asking her for things or to do things.

I asked if someone was there if they could make a noise and I heard a knock. I asked again two more times and got a knock immediately after. I sat in a chair that was in the boiler room and asked in my mind, if anybody was there, could they tell me there name. I heard a girls voice say “Stephanie”. I stood up and went to the back of one of the furnaces and I saw three or four, what looked like, tannish-brown colored foot prints up high, as if walking in the air towards the ceiling. As I came back around the furnace, I heard Stephanie say she was hiding. I asked in my mind, who she was hiding from? It sounded like she said she was hiding from someone older. Like older kids, the janitor, teacher or principal. Right before we left the boiler room, I felt Stephanie was trapped there or in the school.

The day before my seventeenth birthday was unforgettable. A cool Saturday evening in March was perfect for a surprise. My mother woke me up early that day telling me we are going to see my grandparents. My hair was a mess, tangles in my hair from rolling around at night, trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. I struggled getting out of my warm, comfortable bed that swallowed my body and made it even harder to find motivation to get up. After contemplating if getting out of bed was a good idea, my mother came back in and pulled the warm blanket off my body. When she pulled the blanket off it was as if a hundred pounds was lifted off me and left me bare and cold. As soon as the blanket flew off of me, I heard my mother, whose voice sounded restless, to get out of bed and start getting ready. When I finally started getting ready and putting on my makeup, she came back in wearing a black button up blouse that matched her shoes and wearing blue jeans that had small holes at the knee where you can see some of her skin. She came in to pick out my outfit for the day, which was a blue short sleeve top that was long enough, I could tuck my shirt into my black pants that was frayed at the bottoms and had a hole on my knees where the knee was showing but was still covered with some a skinny piece thread. As I finished getting ready I was telling my mother about my dream car. It has been my dream to have a black beauty, two doors,four wheel drive, V6 engine,with silver rims,