Creative Writing : Personal Essay

the noises around us. She tells me all about her new school, the classes she can take as a senior,

Reading and writing has always played a vital part in my life. From toddler to adult, pre-elementary to college, I’ve managed to sharpen both skills to my liking. However, even though it significantly helped, schooling was not what influenced me to continue developing those skills into talent. Many different things shaped and influenced my learning, and now reading and writing have become the safety net of my life. I know that even if I have nothing else in the future, I’ll still have my talent and knowledge. To ensure my success, I hope to further develop those skills so that I may fulfill my wishes.

My phone goes off, interrupting my thoughts, it's just Emma she asked What are you doing? If I tell her that I'm with Roy and I will never hear the end of it. She texts me back.

I shared a look with Elena, who raised her eyebrows. It seemed so awkward and distant between them. But I guess that was because she didn't see her family a lot because of her job.

When they hung up, Becca sent Ashley a quick text asking to bum a ride. Ashley texted back, See you in five!

I didn’t find out what happened until the nexr night … It’s been at least 3 hours since the last time I called, I called her about 130 times and texted her about 200 times. I was thinking that her phone died but she would of found a way to get a hold of me, she knows my number my heart. Also, Vlad has my number too, so he could have called or texted me. It’s about 5:30 pm and i still havent got a phone call pr text. I walked into my garge to get my bike so i could ride to Outback, i tought it was a 10 minute ride but it ending up being a 20 minute ride. When i got to Outback it was alreay 6o’clock and i knew my mom and Vlad already left but i want to ay least get a time that they left. I ran into Outback looking for a manger but no

We have been sitting and talking about an hour now. She looked at her phone. It is already 7:30 p.m. She got up and said, it was nice to see you again, Thomas. I have got to go now I still have to unpack and stuff. I got up and walked her down to her car in front of my apartment. As I was about to walk back inside my apartment, Catherine stopped me.

“Don’t worry I'm going to invite Jessica and Shynelis to the pool,” I can hear her mother doing the laundry in the background. As the silence between Nicole and I was a bit awkward, I knew I was keeping something from her but it felt as though she knew what I was trying to hide from her. We soon said our goodbyes and will be seeing each other in an hour.

Entering the building, we all sighed in relief as the cold air in the building engulfed us like a cozy blanket. Standing in line to get to the top floor, we all pulled out our ice-cold water bottles and abd quenched our thirst.

After four months of mourning, it was Ashley’s funeral. I kept blaming her death on me.

I occupy the spot on my bed she vacated and stretch over to retrieve my phone from my bag. Thereupon, I stare down at my phone, somewhat dreading to listen to the voicemail message. Angelo strikes me the type of guy who's used to getting what he wants. Having a girl ignoring him, probably infuriates him. I cross my ankles and nestle my phone in my hands, upon my lap, and play the voicemail through the speaker.

‘Well, you haven’t seen me for a while.’ She mock- glared at Jen, then patted her on the arm. ‘It’s ok. I’m as much to blame; life with Elsie is hectic. We’ll catch up later,’

Sammy: Fran, Xander just texted me saying you just ditched Ashly and them? Is everything ok?

Finally I managed to sit up with my phone gripped tightly in my hand. At this point all eyes were on me, my friends and those around us. Flustered and red faced I sent the text, purposely allowing Emily to see the phone screen. ‘Can I hang out with my friends Friday night?’ I asked.

As I do last minute checks, I dictate a sorry I’m late text to my date. I watch it try to slowly send through the awful reception of my building as I lock my door and make my way across the hall. I give up on it actually reaching my date after a few painful minutes and slip my phone into my clutch. Then, I knock on the door across the hall. It’s only after a few moments do I remember that the darling old woman moved out a month ago, and a new tenant just moved it. Crap, I think. As if tonight hadn’t already spelt disaster.