It 's 3p - Original Writing

We waited for a good hour for the doctor to come out and give us the news the doctor finally came out and told us she wasn't going to make it and she only had two weeks to live I was devastated i didn't know what to think or how to act me and my mom both broke down in tears I asked if I could go back and see her the doctor said “yes of course you can” we went back there and saw that was grandma was sleeping we stayed there for a couple of hours waiting for her to wake up but she did and she asked me if I had the book he read to me everynight I replied “yes it’s under my pillow were I always keep it” she told me to bring it the next time i come back. We went home, I lost my appetite so i went to bed. The next afternoon, my mom took me to see my grandma, I brought the book she asked me to bring to her my mom and I sat there with my grandma all day when it struck nine o'clock my grandma asked me to read the book to her that she always reads to my every night at nine o’clock we play a game we called beat the time we would try to finish the book before a certain time we never beat it until the day

That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.

As I was picked up the bad thoughts started to run through my head again, this time it seem like it was worse. The closer we got to the hospital the more I became weak. I didn 't know what to expect to be honest. I tried to prepare myself for the worse. As we entered the hospital and went to the emergency room, I walked into a lobby full of family, as I walked in my brother got me up to date with what’s going on. So I sat there patiently with my family, we all waited with anticipation for the doctor to deliver the news. As hours passed we finally got to talk to a nurse. She told us that the doctor would be coming out soon to get us updated with what’s wrong with my dad. When he finally came out he told us that everything was going to be okay, but if my dad would have came two minutes later he would have died. Man oh man that hit us all hard. But he also told us

Ashton was visiting for a weekend, it was only him. Calum had to stay back and look for Michael, as he had ran off again. I hugged Ashton and looked at him. Ashton got in my car and smiled. I hugged him tightly. “It’s been too long!” I yell and he laugs. “I like the hair, you changed it up a bit since the last time I saw you.” He greeted me, I smiled and shook my hair. I had dyed it blonde and brown. I decided I need a change. “How’s Tate?” Ashton looked at me while I was driving. “He’s on edge because of the baby, but he’s good. Brooklyn?” I smiled and he chuckled. “She’s 4 months,” It was all he needed to say. “You guys are having another fucking baby! Oh my gosh!” I squealed as my car came to a stop. Ashton blushed and felt my stomach. I felt her kicking. “Do you know yet?” He asked and I

One night as I searched for my mother, my dad told me she was not feeling like herself. My dad told me to let her rest that night and I could talk to her the following morning. As I started to wake up the next morning my father was sitting at the foot of my bed and informed me I’d be spending the day with my Aunt Michelle because my mother had a doctor’s appointment. I could not wrap my head around why I would not be attending this appointment but had attended all the others. Later that evening once again both my parents came into my room but this time without smiles. With a shaky voice my mom began to tell me she had been diagnosed with Preeclampsia and her illness was progressing quickly. Now with tears running down her face she continued

I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”

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

“Welcome home Father! We have missed you so much,” I cried. “Thank you, Mary I’ve missed you as well,” he said with a quick smile quickly turning back into a frown. “What is the matter; did I do something wrong,” I say getting frightened. “Oh no sweetheart, it is definitely not you it’s just that... never mind. Where is your mother?” “She went outdoors to hang the laundry,” I replied, biting my lip knowing that it’s my job to do the laundry.”Thank you,” he yells, already out the door. As I make my way outside, I see my father worriedly talking to my mother as a look of

“Come on, Ashton!” I yell into my 8-year-old son’s bedroom, “We’re going to be late for the party!” Today we are going to one of his friend’s birthday parties. All I know about his friend is that he doesn’t have a dad, and I’ve never met the boy or his mom. Ashton comes out of his room, putting on his jacket, and we go outside into the 40-degree air. I take my keys out of my pocket and get into my red pick-up truck with Ashton.

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

She got up and left to go to their room. Chuck looked at me with a look that I had never seen before. “You’re a worthless kid Bradley, you will never get adopted.” I looked up at him and said, “I will get adopted and I hate you.” Chuck jumped up and grabbed me by the ear and got in my face and screamed how worthless I was and I should have never of been born in the first place. I cried and cried as he began to hit me, I felt the sting from his hand as he hit my cheeks that were wet from my tears. He let go of me and left the room, I layed in that same spot for hours not wanting to move because I was afraid to make him mad

With a doubtful look my mother asked me if I was ok, I couldn’t resist anymore and I had to tell her what I was going through, the pain was oblivious at a point that I couldn’t even stand by myself. Thus, my father lifted me up and the diabolic journey to the hospital had just

6 years had passed and Jess decided to do his move. He waited long enough and now was the time. Winnie was already seventeen. Jesse drove to Winnie’s house to surprise her. He sneaked to her room when she was in school .it was hard and he didn’t believe he would make it but he climbed on the fence of the house and then he quietly and sneakily broke the lock of the door and ran upstairs to Winnie’s room and waited to her there. It wasn’t hard like he thought it was at the afternoon, her grandma was sleeping and her parents were busy and didn’t pay enough attention. Winnie came after school and went straight to her room like all the girls in her age. She entered and the she saw a familiar face. Jesse? She screamed .and he smiled “of course darling, I never break my promise”.”I can’t believe to my eyes she screamed and hugged him tight.”I never want you leave like that, Jesse, I missed you so much” and he answered “Not a day, not a moment went by that I didn’t think about you, and missed you terribly.” Then he kissed her. After all the kisses and the hugs they sat down on her bed, Jesse hold her hand and said “Winnie I want to start our life together, I want us to live the life I

“Are you okay?” my dad asked, face with concern on it and a frown on as he bent down on his knees to get to me on the fresh cut grass. Shaking my head side to side, I slowly got up. Tears streaked all over my face as I pushed myself off the hard ground with my right arm. I cradled my left arm like a mother carrying her newborn baby. My eyes acted as rivers that carried me the sideline. The game was almost over so I sat on the small, rickety bench with my other teammates. My sister and mother ran around the field from their side to mine to check up on me who was making worryness writen all over their faces. After the rest of my teammates finished the soccer game, my family rushed me to an urgent care clinic.

Waking up was easy. Getting out of bed was the hard part. I sighed and curled up in my bed wanting to just stay this way unil I died. There was a small knock on my door as mother entered my room and sat beside me. "How are you feeling, and dont lie, because I know you feel like dying and never leaving your bed." She smirked and pulled me into her arms. I clutched onto her and held her tight as she pat my back. "Go put on something nice, do you hair and make up look your very best and show them how strong you are." She smiled and kiss my forehead "You will always be my daughter Ivy never forget that" I nodded a growing smile on my face as she stood. "I know it feels terrible now, and what ever happend to you I know is unforgettable." She looked me with a sad smile on her face "But you have people who love you dearly, so go out and show them that you are not that scared little girl anymore. Show them that they dont define who you are. Be proud you survived" She held her head high with a smiled before leaving.