Life Is Exciting In My Life

“SHE’S DEAD AND SHE WILL NEVER COME BACK! NOW SHUT UP!” Allison shouts and runs to her room. “ALLISON!” I shout. “I WISH YOU WERE DEAD INSTEAD OF MOMMY!” Amelia screams with tears running down her face. “Don’t say that sweetie, you don’t mean that,” I say. “YES I DO!” She runs to her

“Dad, can I go over to Ambers’ house to study tomorrow?” Our daughter Catherine asked the question, from about halfway up the stairs. Only her face could be seen as she peered at my husband hopefully, over the banister. I looked over at my husband, knowing what he would say, before he spoke. “Ask your mom.” My husband said to her, while glancing at me, expectantly. I smiled at him, knowing why he was telling her to ask me. He had worked all week, making the long drive from our home in Ashland to his office in Richmond and was hoping I would drive her to her friend’s house, so he could relax at home. My daughters’ hopeful gaze turned toward me, as well. “Madre?” She didn’t bother repeating the question. I hid the little sting of pain, that I always felt when she called me that, behind a smile. “What time are you supposed to be there, and do I need to bring you over and pick you up as well?” She nodded as she answered me. “Yeah, her mom can’t do it today, but I told her I would help her with her math.” Catherine had always made high marks in her school studies; it was something I was exceedingly proud of. “Yes, I’ll drive you, but make sure your phone is fully charged.” I have always been protective of the kids, and it was a long standing rule that they didn’t leave the house without a way to contact me. “I will.” She called out as she went the rest of the way up the stairs, disappearing from my view.

So basically this is supposed to be about my life, which it will be but it consists only of my friends, ringette, and school. So you could say that it isn’t a life you’d want but it’s what I have. On May 8th 2001, I was born in Airdrie, super special right? Yeah must be if people in my family foget it every year, at least it’s only my aunt. At about 4 years old I started to skate and play ringette. Obviously I go to school too and this year I’m starting grade nine. This is my autobiography, I guess.

As she went to her room she slammed the door as loud as she could. She started crying when she got into her room because her mom is forbidding her to see the person that she actually cares about and the person that she really loved. Towards the bottom of page 102 it says “It’s so unfair. I haven’t seen Sammi or Megan since school ended. Dan’s practically the only friend I have left in the world.”

Alex wants to succeed in school and become a veterinarian. He loves to read long books and watch Family Guy every night. In his spare time he loves to turn up the radio to some good country music while playing video games and building items.

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

A full life doesn’t have to be many years, nor does it need to be filled with money and fame. A full life is one that is filled with love, hard work, memories, and adventures. Many think that they need to have the best car, the best job, the most money, the biggest house, and the most beautiful family. However, they fail to realize that those things lie in the eye of the beholder. If one thinks he or she needs the best things, the most money, then they will never be happy, for they fail at realizing what is truly important. And having a beautiful family is only seen through one’s own eyes.

(Alexsis’ Past/& Now) Alexsis’ family members is only his 8 year old little brother, Gabriel. His Mom, Dad, and Older Sister Sara died in an accident 4 years ago. His grandma then took care of him until she was diagnosed with cancer, (she died 2 years later). Alexsis and his little brother Gabriel now live with their Aunt name Rosie. Alexsis currently lives in Los Angeles with his Aunt. Alexsis’ full name is Alexsis Worthy. He is 18 years old, and has been to places such as New Zealand, Las Vegas, England, and Canada. His hobbies are to travel, play basketball, and make origamis. He has graduated in high school with a diploma, and now is in college studying the course of Engineering.

I heard soft footsteps coming for my door. Knock, knock. “Come in,” I sighed. My mom opened the door and walked over to my bed. I could smell her sweet perfume, and was overwhelmed with a feeling of content. “Madison, my cell phone is out of minutes for the month and I need to call somebody about an ad on craigslist. It won’t be long, sweetheart.” Tony always paid her phone bill, and they were on the same contract. My feeling of content faded into disappointment. I argued with my mom for a short moment, and soon realized it was not worth it. I handed over my shiny, yet beat up purple flip phone. Mom, looking a little guilty, strolled out of my room. I decided to follow her so that I could help myself to some dinner. Holding my phone in her hand, my mom, almost skipping, made it down the stairs and out the front door in record time. “Why is she going outside to make a phone call?” I asked myself. I searched the fridge and the cupboards for any sign of food that actually looked good to me. I didn’t find anything, so I huffed to myself and turned out of the deserted kitchen and back up the stairs. Instead of going into my dreadfully boring room, I walked into my sister’s room. “Madison, what the hell? Why don’t you ever knock?” Sydnie asked, accusingly. “I’m sorry,” I wasn’t sorry, “I just can’t find anything to eat and I’m bored. And Mom is outside on the phone with some person about something. My phone.” Syd squinted at me with her soft blue eyes through her freshly dyed black hair and her heavy dark eyeliner. She had been busy typing away on the Acer laptop she’d gotten for Christmas months before. She took her eyes off me and focused back onto the screen of her laptop. I stood there in her doorway sluggishly for minutes before she finally lifted herself out of her twin size bed and made her way through her messy room. I can’t remember a time when Sydnie’s room was clean. She

One day, our new step-sister, Cinderella, arrived. I was a little cautious and unsure of her at first. I let her mind her own business, except occasionally, I did spy on her, just the see what she was up to. I started taking a liking to her when I noticed how kind and gentle she was with the animals that always hang around the kitchen because of the food. I couldn’t believe she would be with nature rather than playing on her phone.

As the two end up finding their seats, Sarah starts asking Johnny some questions. “You used to be so observant and quiet, what changed?” Johnny really pondered how he wanted to answer that question. “People change for numerous reasons, I just so happen to be one of those people. I learned that when two quiet people are together, one of them has to break before the other quiet person can. I met you and learned to quickly become comfortable in my own skin.” Sarah listened to him speak and found a smile upon her face she couldn’t even control. “I’m honored to be someone you're happy around, you are still so reckless. It’s ridiculous that you used to be so quiet and awkward like me.” He smiled and gave her a safe, secure hug. Sarah eventually fell asleep in Johnny’s arms. He felt warm and strong. They both were ready to face what was to come, knowing the FBI was chasing their

When we headed up to her room to prepare for bed, the night hit rock bottom. It started with her ranting about how mad and upset she was with me, but the second I tried to explain that I’d done nothing, and didn’t deserve her comments all night long, it escalated quickly. Her shrieks projected off the ceiling, echoing throughout the room; I swear the whole block could hear her. Suddenly, the heat of the atmosphere rose: tension. My heart raced. My body paralyzed.

I face planted on my whiter bed sheets thinking of Autumn In the cellar. I have A feeling I can't let her out yet or she will run away so I grabbed some blankets and a pillow an bag of chips and some drinks. Walking in the the cellar.

“Whenever he is laid up due to an injury or an illness, she forces him to stay at our house until he is able to manage on his own. She also makes him eat with us at least once a week to get a home cooked meal in him. Johnny somehow has even gotten her to help him out when he needs a button sewn on or clothes repaired. I’m still trying to figure out how he got her to help him out with those since our kids have learned how to repair buttons. By now, I just know better than to ask when he comes over with clothes to be repaired. We usually end up with free babysitting and movie tickets anyway, so I guess I can’t complain.

“Kelly, you have to leave this house at some point. You need to get back into your daily routine. It would be a good distraction!” Mother insisted.