I Am A Great Day

The day began with an abrupt start. My alarm went off, and I was wondering to myself why I had set it to wake me up so early. I then remembered, today was the day I was finally able to meet and take home my new chinchilla named Luna. On the way to the home that had my soon to be chinchilla, me and my father stopped for breakfast at Chick-Fil-A.

I sneak outside and go next door to see if Emma and her family are okay. I walk into her house and see her crying hysterically on the ground.

“We brought you in here, clothed you, fed you, and even gave you a good education. I want the best for you. We took you in. Be grateful.” I am now silent, and so is she. It’s like the world is on pause for a second. I tilt my head just enough so she can see my: are-you-serious-look.

And just as Natalie is about to speak the front door of the house busts

I always check my text messages and my emails before I shower and get dressed. On this morning there was a text from my buddy Nick to meet me for coffee at a nearby restaurant. This is unusual because I rarely sit down for coffee with a friend I usually have coffee at home and maybe meet a friend after work or school for a beer or two at a local sports bar. I answered the text and told Nick I'd meet him at 10 that morning.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

When I arrive back at my home, I look in the bathroom mirror. My face reminds me of my mother’s. I inherited her nose, freckles, and auburn hair. I flick the faucet up, and clean the dust from my bright purple goggles. My bandana goes in the washing machine, to rid it of dust, and I take a shower.

I wake up, and it's another regular morning. I walk downstairs, and grab a glass of oj. What is going to happen today? That is the question in my head. The chances are it will be like any other Saturday. I will have my breakfast, go downstairs, turn on the Xbox, play GTA, my mom will yell at me to go outside, I will go outside, then eat dinner, then watch a movie, then go to sleep.

I woke up one morning to a bright, sunny day! It was 8 o’clock on a Sunday and I’ve never felt more energized. I could finally get stuff done! I had a list that’s long enough to start at my house and end in downtown LA, but that didn’t discourage me one bit. I jumped up and brushed my teeth and had a quick breakfast.

I woke up in the morning, and I brushed my hair, brushed my teeth, ate breakfast, and

her, bye”, I say. I run out side and meet Deric in a worn out black Mercedes. I jump in and

April opens the door to her house as we both walk in, as if on time, Terrance runs behind me and picks me up, swinging me around as I scream and giggle.

When I open my eyes, I'm taken my surprise. For the first time in a long time. I don't wake up to the sound of my phone going off, but rather, the sound of muttering coming from Zach's Kitchen I can't be sure, but to me it sounds like Fredrick , why would he be here this early in the morning? I ask myself.

Waking up to my alarm sounding at early morning I really don’t feel like getting up as I try to sleep in as long as I can. With my dad calling my name from downstairs and constantly calling me on my cell phone, I finally awake my lazy self to get in the shower. As I get ready that morning excitement of a Friday rushes through

Well, I hope that you had a great day today. I know that I owe you that “Part 2” email and I will get that to you sometime tomorrow, but I wanted to take some time tonight and write Caitlyn a letter. I know that she is aware that we are communicating back and forth, and I just wanted to let her know that she and her feelings matter greatly to me, and that I care what she thinks. My ex-wife (number 1) started dating shortly after we divorced and that man never showed any interest or one ounce of concern for my sweet Abbie and Ruthie. She ended up marrying that guy and he was not kind to my girls at all and completely rejected them. Finally, she ended the marriage after a year and a half, but my daughters had already been shattered with how my ex-wife’s husband had treated them before and after the marriage. I would never want to do anything to hurt you and those beautiful children of yours; I would rather that God took my life before something like that could ever happen. I was just thinking, how could someone say that they cared deeply about God the Father, but not want anything to do with his dear Son. To be committed to the Father and not His son is not dedication at all. In much the same way, for one to say that they are starting to have feelings for someone else is not enough, they must genuinely care about that person’s family as well, because our family is such a vital part of who we are. So, I would like for you to read the letter first and after reading it you can