It Was All My Fault

His name was Jermaine Harris. I first met him at my cousin house and we started conversating then we realized we both go to the same school. He was a grade higher than me. Jermaine was light-skin, tall and had nice hair. Our schedules were different so I would leave my fifth period class to go down to the lunchroom to see him. We would only text, that was my only crush. Last time I saw Jermaine was in May at Shaw prom line-up. Periods at school were absolutely the worst. It was like the boys in my class knew when any one of us girls were on our monthly cycle. They would make fun of us, that would really annoy me. When it was my time I would try to keep my attitude from being real like nasty towards other. I kept a happy constant mood until I got home. People think I’m mean. People see me as a quiet person, but I am the most funniest, coolest person somebody could meet. For seventh and eighth grade the same people were in my class, and we became a family. Everybody in that class had a bond and we felt it couldn’t be broken. That couldn't be more true even though I transferred I still talk to everybody I had class with. Good to see everybody still in school, this our last year Some of us has jobs now, other playing sports one person is now pregnant but she still in school. Having these people as friends made middle school as great

I was in corpus cristie. And there was a little 3rd grader getting bullied. And some kid pushed him and knoked him over and called him a bad name. And I helped him pick up his books up from the ground and he said thank you. Then the next day he got into a fight and I told the bully to stop but he didn’t he just pushed me and told me to backup. But I didn’t I pushed him and the 3rd grader said stop let me handle it so he did. And after that he came to my house he said thank you for helping me. I said your welcome and we played for hours. we became best friends after that. His name was Tray Blackwell. we were so much alike he liked every thing I liked to do and he liked every thing I wanted to do. After along time the bullying started to stop

He’s just always been there, a sort of constant in my ever changing life. Now don’t get me wrong, we didn’t talk everyday, or even every few days. We would go through spells when we were inseparable, and then we would only see each other at school. This had no effect on our relationship. Every time we would start to pick back up, we would share the details of our life with one another.

The first time that I saw Payton I was in 6th grade. He moved to Lake Mills from Appaltin. He was a funny person. He would always be able to make someone laugh when they were having a bad day. He went the rest of the way through grade school with me. Then he went to Lakeside for his freshman year. Then part way through his sophomore year he went to a different school. Now his landlord kicked him out of his house and they moved up to apaltin. I don’t get to talk to him very much anymore. I hope that some day he will move closer to me again.

I slowly opened my eyes to see pale faces staring down at me, while my body ached with pain. The air had an undertone of bleach a suffocating smell, my head was spinning from the overwhelming brightness, with no idea where I was. I slowly lifted my hand above my face, as I saw the vault of heaven, the eye of God. I was staring into a new world where my past had been left behind and a new life had begun. Though something was holding me back like I was chained to my past with no way of escaping. One of those pale faces pushed my hand back down and I suddenly returned to the world I wanted to escape from.

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

I remember a few times him near me at school. I'd pretended I didn't see him and engrossed myself in conversation with whoever else was around me.

“I am petrified. I feel as if God has abandoned me. I just sat there and watched, quietly, because I had no idea what to do. As if these kind of things are normal for a 10 year old boy to witness. Everyone tells me that “it wasn’t your fault” or that “there was nothing you could have done.” I think I believe them… but the haunting images of my 16 year old brother being beaten to death tell me otherwise. The memories tell me I should have done something to save him. But I didn’t. Not a day goes by that I don’t think about what happened to my best friend and my brother.”

His name was Colin. He was on the lacrosse team with Thomas. He told me that sophomore year, Thomas told everyone on the team what happened that night at Hilary’s. Everyone cheered. Colin said that, even then, he had a crush on me. Even then, he wanted to punch Thomas.

After our first year of friendship, we graduated 8th grade together (see first picture) the summer before freshman year. It was a CRAZY summer. “Nights you won’t remember with friends you will never forget” but man did we have a blaaaast.

I see there is a greater purpose. I won’t pretend to know what that purpose is but I do believe there is a reason for everything. The fact that my overwhelming grief did not managed to eat me alive is proof of something greater. No more do I look at my marriage and wonder if we’ll end up like 50% of all marriages do..in divorce. We have made it through something that many couples do not survive. And not just this, a few things, and yet somehow we manage to persevere. Most importantly, I have learned, as many of you reading this have, while life’s misfortunes sometimes threaten to destroy you, you can and eventually you will grow just a little bit

We met in the 6th grade, he was the only person to congratulate me on making honors band with him, or at least the only person who didn’t tell me i didn't deserve it, he was the only one there for me when i felt down and he didn't even know me. Except for the fact that he better looking than i am, Evan and I are a lot alike, we play the same instrument, we laugh at a lot of the same things, and our cars both got egged on the same

We hadn’t talked in a few months. Before that, we were the best of friends. We hung out all the time, we told each other every detail in each other’s lives. Everything was discussed, from dates to homework to sports to drama.At one point he was even the person I asked for fashion advice, just because it was fun. I wasn’t so sure if he would ever want to speak to me again, after what we had impressions we had parted with. We didn’t exactly leave on perfect terms. At the end of the former school year, My family flew into chaos.

His name was Juan, an 8 year-old from Colombia, a very straight forward, blissful, positive kid. Juan had just made a year in the U.S. the day I met him, I asked him what made his family move to Texas out of all the states, and he couldn’t really give me an answer. All he knew was that he moved to the United States suddenly and got registered into school as soon as he could. Throughout my visits with Juan, we shared some personal information with each other, made tons of memories, and helped each other grow a strong bond. As my senior year of high school was coming to an end and as my visits with Juan were narrowing down, I realized this little kid had become like a little brother to me, I helped him grow strong in English, math, and science. I helped him make friends and we even narrowed down his future career to 3 things, soccer, a business man or an engineer. My visits with Juan went from 10 to 6, down to 4 left. As I was walking into his elementary school,

I remember the first remember the first time I met him. It started when I got to my new school I made a few friends, but still didn’t know him. Then there was one day when I was in after care. My brother was there and he said he was playing tag with someone so I decided to play as well. Then I met him His name was also Andrew, and he was in the grade under me. When I first saw him he was so energetic it was insane he was so full of energy. He seemed like a very nice person, but then we started playing teen titans go. So he took it too far and punched everyone in the stomach while screaming booyah. So I thought that it wasn’t going to work out. The next day we played with him again, and he was also rough. Then we eventually became really close friends over the long school year. It was really fun, but then since the elementary school only went up to fourth grade I went to the next school. So I had to survive fifth grade without him.