Stereotypes

A few years had past since my family had become a statistic, when my sister and brother left home on their way to their own goals in life. This new change produced even a greater effect on me than did the departure of my father. Now came the time where I decided if no one else had to stay in the family, neither did I. I took this opportunity to become closer to my friends and their families hoping to become more welcome there than I did at home. It was not long after my constant deviation from what was left of my family that my mother decided she was going to keep me out of the house for extended periods of time. Now the time had come for me to really find my path in life.

I remember my mom waking me up early and telling me to get dressed quickly. I had no clue where we were going. My mom kept repeating that we were to go on a road trip. She still wouldn’t tell me where. We got off the highway and the first thing I noticed was that my phone didn’t have any service. There was one road that we took for a good thirty minutes, then my mom stopped the car. I read the sign that said “Eagle Hill School”. I was very confused. We went on a tour of the campus and I still didn’t understand why we were there. All at once, it clicked in my head; I was going to attend here in September. At first, I was upset that my parents would make me go to school just for the learning disabilities that I have. I had the idea that people would make fun of me back at home for going to a disabilities

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

Since coming to America, I have moved to an ample amount of places because my father’s job concerns. I changed school frequently and in each new school I was never greeted with a warm welcome. With one glance my classmates saw I was different from them. I was often bullied and teased because of my racial difference from my classmates, from these experiences I became a quiet and docile girl. This way I thought I would not get in anyone’s way. I had closed up in the world in front of me; I never expressed my own opinions and always agreed with the majority. However secretly inside of me, I was frustrated not being able to express myself and yet I was unable to change. I craved to be what I was in the inside to be on the outside. Still by

Being a freshman, in a new school, a new city, even a new state, frightened me going into my first day of school as a high school attendee. Chaparral High School in Phoenix, Arizona was considered to be the top high school in the state of Arizona, however it sure was not for me. There was an ample amount of kids who believed they were better than the kid next to them because of the money their parents possessed. This characteristic began to grow on me; without my own awareness. Furthermore, I began to talk back to my parents, acted as a terrible brother to both my two younger brothers who looked up to me, as well as, my friends back in El Paso, Texas did not even want to talk to me. I had become a monster in all my friend’s eyes.

When we were traveling to America we faced many difficulties, but once we made it to our Aunt's house in Virginia we knew it was going to be a great, yet grueling experience. When I first started going to school it seemed as if I was on another planet. Everyone looked different, spoke a strange language, and had a distinct mindset then me; the life of a kid should seem easy because there isn’t anything to worry about, yet worrying about everything was my coping mechanism. When I entered middle school depression and anger hit me like a freight train, so much to the point where I almost committed suicide. Fighting my so called friends for “fun” and not caring about my future was my life for those

When we got to Interlachen, Florida it was March my mom was introduced to the man who is now my stepfather but still no matter how happy I should have been I became a party girl. I lost interest in school and life, I had the “I don’t care attitude” but somehow I still passed 9th grade on time. Over the summer I partied a lot more and then got my life together right before 10th grade when I started school at Crescent City. The school was boring at first, but I met my best friend Katie there we had early childhood together. I was put into chorus and I met my “brother” Brock there he is gay and he doesn’t care who knows it. His amazing we became friends on March 15 my mom’s birthday. 10th grade was a good year for me aside from the ongoing name calling. Yes I will admit I was bullied from 8th grade and even now in 12th grade. Four years of being bullied and sometimes I can’t take it sometimes I get to upset and start to self-harm. When I got into my junior year of high-school I still went to crescent city. That was the best year hands down I ignored all the bulling and it really worked I later found out that my other best friend Loretta she’s Katie’s little sister was pregnant and I was the aunt because we were like sisters her daughter’s name is EmmaJean but Emma wasn’t born until my senior year. Katie is actually currently

So basically it all started on tomato day. My family are all so loud and so over dramatic. All I wanted do was leave and go out with sara. But of course that was not acceptable where him from. Leaving that place was such a fuss but at least I got out there. From then on I knew I was going to break away from my family. At this time, little did I know that was not actually what I wanted to do. I think Jacob also helped me figure who I am meant to be. Im not really on “talking” basis’

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

I had never felt more alone in my entire life. I knew my sister and my parents were there with me, but I wasn’t able to run down the street anymore to talk to Mira, or call up Angelica and tell her to meet me at Town Square in 10. There was a lot of adjusting to do, but slowly and surely, I did it. I was still too nervous to join summer community activities and make new friends, so for those 2 summer months I was satisfied reading books to fill my time. I’d read books at South Lake, the Starbucks near Woodbridge High School, and all around Irvine to familiarize myself with my new home while feeling at ease. Thus, once school began, I was back to the old me- bubbly, open-minded, and all

Raised in a household of 3 other guys, by a wonderful lady by the name of Annie. I wasn’t raised in the best of ways and nothing came our way easy. We came from having nothing, no decent clothing, no healthy meal, no transportation, which cause little minor problems at school .Going to school i felt like an outcast. Reminding me of a story written by David Sedaris called “Me Talk Pretty”. She felt so different from the other classmates to where she felt left out. Moms was always working or out gambling and we were home with no money to purchase things we needed to get through the day. we didn't even have enough money to get a haircut from the barber college, which resigned on the second block down from our street. So i started cutting my brothers hair, as well as my own.

I have always felt a disconnection from family, and, coupled with my misanthropic tendencies, for most of my formative years I was raised by the internet and television--a foster child of escapism. I continued like this for most of my life until my Junior year in high school. During the transition to my Junior year my normal modes of escapism faded away, and alone with the echo of my thoughts I was at my lowest point: my grades were below what I could achieve due to my negligence, my pride and self-doubt swallowed me, and I had succumbed to the usual trappings of adolescent arrogance. I want to say that I had an epiphany, or that I over night I changed into the changing man I am today, but that isn’t true. Though, through the streets of my

The first seven years of my life I had a great group of friends who loved me dearly. I went to a great school, and I had a very loving family. What I did not know is that my life would change in the blink of an eye. While I sat in my desk first grade year, the intercom came on and the lady said, “ Breanna Fair needs to check out.” When my family got home, I saw boxes packed with my family’s belongings. I wandered down the halls of Andalusia Elementary School and there were many thoughts running through my mind. What’s happening?Why did we move?Will I make a lot of new friends? At first I felt scared, but now I have attended Andalusia for almost twelve years and I could not be happier with the group of friends I have and the accomplishments

　　"I've been waiting on you for about half an hour now!" my momma yells angrily.