Destiny : A Short Story

In the fall of 2012, my mother almost succumbed to her illness. I had just begun my freshman year of high school midst angry conversations between my parents and the threat of separation. It would seem as if they bickered about the most irrelevant things, almost as if they had no other reason to fight other than the fight itself. Those moments were excruciatingly lonely, my father worked until the dead of night and my mother would come home exhausted from treatment. I now know that there was no one who felt more unvalued than my mother. I wish I had the ability to iron away this blunder that destiny had fabricated, however foolish this desire is.

I wasn’t sure what our day would entail. I could feel a slight tremor present in my body as I slid behind the steering wheel of the MKZ. Running my finger tips over the leather where the treads to the steering wheel was laced together I contemplated leaping from the car and running like hell. This was a seriously stupid and dangerous thing I was about ready to take part in. Could I do this? My mind wanders to the trunk of the vehicle… What’s back there? How much is back there? Enough to be charged with a misdemeanor…a felony! My heart jack hammered in my chest. Was the benefit worth the risk? Feeling panic setting in I swung my legs out of the vehicle just as Eloy took his seat behind me closing the door. His eyes caught mine in the rearview mirror.

As a child you never think that you would outlive your parents but it I could not change the cards I was dealt with. The world I thought I knew came crashing down around me because I lost the one person that meant everything to me. I was a daddy’s girl from the time I was born until now and

"There are those who say fate is something beyond our authorization. That destiny is not our own, but I know better. Our fate lives within us, you only have to be brave enough to see it." - Merida. Fate and destiny are known to be things that happen to us without us being able to choose or being able to stop it. These things are something that is foreordained for us before we are even born. I believe that we are allowed to choose your own fate and what happens to us. Some people believe that our destiny is chosen for us and that we can't change it; this is not true and we can choose our own fate and or destiny.

After reading The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls, I realized that my life isn’t as bad as I had originally thought. I have always known that there are people that have it way worse than me, but I know that I have not had an easy life, like I would prefer. Every family has their own problems otherwise they wouldn’t be a family. In The Glass Castle, Jeanette’s mother told her, “Life is a drama full of tragedy and comedy. You should learn to enjoy the comic episodes a little more.” That is what I am trying to do. In some degree my life and Jeannette’s life are related; we both had ups and downs, but mostly downs, throughout our lives.

Imagine you have just moved from Kissimmee, Florida and you walk ride into a mansion owned by your dad’s best friend in West Chester, New York. So many emotions are running though your head as you step inside and see a beautiful brunette girl who is staring back at you with antipathy. This is what happened to Claire Lyons as she moved from Florida to New York because of her dad’s job. In the journal I will be connecting, predicting, and questioning.

I didn’t know what I would do without Mother; she was my rock, the only thing that was constant in my life. She was my generous advisor, unmoving and strong. I pushed these thoughts away from my head; that was in the past, I couldn’t change it, and it could never be undone. Finally reaching my destination, I sprinted up the front steps, grabbed the brass knocker, and slammed it onto the giant wooden door. The door creaked open, and an annoyed voice spoke through the crack. “Adi, I’m busy right now, please come later.” The door was starting to close before I spoke, “Elle,” I said, my voice cracking, “please, Mother has died, and this act has been passed, and Father doesn’t know what to do, and I don’t know what to do.” The door flung open, and Elle started running in the direction of our house. I ran after her, and when we reached the house, Elle pushed the door open, and yelled, “Father? Father? I’m here!” When she finally found my father, sitting at the table, head in his hands, she embraced him from behind. “I’m here,” she whispered. “Girls, sit down, we have matters to discuss.” He

Focus: Destiny and her family will be able to utilize coping skills to manage Destiny’s inappropriate behaviors in diverse setting. MS. Smalls (MHP), Destiny and Ms. Beaton (MHS) review Destiny’s Individual Plan of Care (IPOC) and discuss Destiny’s behaviors.

Mac left before the Sheriff or anyone else got to the center as he wanted to see how passable the trail was and if he could take the any vehicles up the hill. It was the smallest vehicle they had and it might make it. In several places, the trail wasn’t wide enough to take the quad so he gave up the quad and walked up. The distance to the site Jackie described wasn’t far.

Shanea reflected on the QP compliment which was telling her that her hair look nice, then describe her the color in her hair brings out her skin tone, as well as nice she looks, which will boost her self-esteem, and pat her on the back.

My name was announced over the loud speaker “Gary Winthrop now up to bat.” I stepped into the box and took a practice swing. I starred the pitcher right in the eyes tempting him to throw me the ball. He wound up and threw me a slow curve ball that felt like it was hanging in the air forever. I took one step and took a smooth swing. The ball popped off my bat like a rocket and flew over the fence to score the winning run. All 50,000 fans in the stands went crazy. I heard my alarm clock go off, dang it was just a dream. I really didn't feel like going to school.

There are moments in everyone’s life that have the possibility to make or break them. A person can choose to succumb to the brutality of this long ride they call life or can climb out of the pit of despair and face your challenges head-on. I found myself at a crossroads and had this choice to make when my father passed away. This is my most life changing moment, but it isn’t even a moment, yet more like a snowball effect that has caused mass destruction throughout my entire life. Even though I have lost so much because of my father’s death, it is because of this that I have gained so much such as perseverance and responsibility.

My entire life was changing and falling apart around me. In the two years since my mother had died, father had turned into a gambling womanizer. He spent most of his time looking for any woman with a dowery large enough for us to stay at Ashlake Manor. Our home was in ruins, and we had to let most of our servants go.

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

I love books because my books love me back . In moments of distress literature guides me. When I am heavy hearted, I turn to my favorite novels, they reassure me that even in the worst situation good fate always wins . When I am lonely, I reacquaint myself with the safe and familiar characters that I have grew to love. When I am happy, I smile because I have lived the lives of warriors, enchantresses, and even the commonday person. Although the emotional connection between literature and myself is imperishable, there was a time in my life when that bond was nonexistent. However, for one to understand the significant impact stories have had on my life, one must know my life. Thus this story begins with my childhood. A conventional upbringing of sorts but of course my childhood doesn't begin with me. It begins with my parents. My parents met each other at high school when they were fourteen years old . Call it destiny, or mere luck, this one cue meet would define their lives for the next twenty two years. My parents fell quickly and passionately in love. Their devotion for one another as an imminent as their fallout, however, we are not there yet. We are at the bittersweet moments of young love. The moments that make one believe in eternity although these moments themselves cease to last just as long. My parents own version of forever welcomed a young little girl named Nicte Impala Perez on March 18th 1998. In that moment, my parents believed that the three of us could defeat