Living The Good Life - Original Writing

We walked in the room and there were little tiny outfits everywhere. When the nurse came in she assured my mom that she would give me a - I didn’t quite get that last part.

I walked in and was greeted by a little old woman in a soiled, grimy, illfitting “dress”. It was hardly that though. It was more of a bed sheet with sleeves and buttons. She extended her bony hand out for me to shake.

BOOM! The doors busted, open gunshots fired. A grenade went off, echoing through the room. Grenade shrapnel flew everywhere. The next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I looked down and saw that blood was oozing out of the fresh wound. Suddenly, things started to get blurry, the room was spinning, and then everything went black. My life was flashing through my mind, I was sure that I was going to die. My mind was going all over the place, then it stopped. It stopped where it all began.

I woke up with my curly blonde hair covering my face. I quickly swept my hair away from my face into a ponytail and stood up. It 's too early, I thought as I looked over to my clock. It was 7:13 a.m and I was already done with today. I knew the bus must 've been close, because my sister wasn 't in our room sleeping. Guess I better get ready, I realized. I quickly rummaged through my small closet, filled halfway with little frilly dresses owned by my sister. Finding a nice shirt and pair of pants was harder than I thought. Finally, I had found a tie dye shirt with the saying "good vibes" on the front and a pair of white jean shorts. I changed into them quickly before my sister burst into our room.

I pull the covers back and slowly get in bed. I lean my head back onto the pillow as my head sinks in. Safely tucked away in my bed, I start to think about the stress I have from unfinished homework and upcoming tests. My legs are burning and my body aching from running up and down the court. I 'm exhausted from the long day at school and a rough day at practice; i 'm ready to fall asleep. As I close my eyes everything seems to disappear and I slowly drift asleep.

I made him proud. It wasn’t the type of proud where you bring home a good grade; no, it was more of an awe type of proud. It was a challenge to make him proud due to my ambiance, and the people who occupied it. If I told you I had a bad childhood, I wouldn’t only be lying but simply undermining my pride that I developed growing up there. I was constructed in paradise, and by paradise I mean the place you fantasize about vacationing every spring break. 26 miles long, and exactly 6 miles to be exact. Overcoming obstacles came with two factors, me being the only girl in the family, and the idea that my family pursued, which was boys did the better things like, fishing. My paradise may have been limited, but it implemented the principles that I apply to my everyday life and shaped me into the young girl I am today.

"Owen!" My mother yelled at me as I came down the stairs, as if I 'd done something seriously wrong. My mind raced as I tried to recall everything I had done in the past weeks.

Sandra is 19 years old. She is five feet four inches high, weighs one-hundred and thirty pounds. She always has a unique laugh. She always loved to wear Nike shoes. She is a very beautiful woman. She has dark black hair, brownie eyes with nice long lashes, and a cute smile. Every time she put make up it make her feel more confident and enhanced her beauty that is already there. But I already think she look beautiful the way she is without the make up.

Coming into the house, I felt beams of sweat coming down on my forehead gonna down onto my temples. The sweat made my dark curly hair stick on my forehead. All of the sudden, I

I sprinted. I sprinted until my lungs burned, and my legs just couldn’t move anymore. I began to quiver with exhaustion. I knew he was still back there. Somewhere, hiding with his knife. Watching. I’d barely escaped with my life, he knew it and I knew it. I knew he was still on to me. Waiting until the perfect moment for when I wasn’t quite paying enough attention. He’d catch me off guard. I peer around, looking for a quick escape route through the tall dark trees. Granted, I could hide, but I’m terrified that he’ll find me, and I’ll have no chance to run.

I took my nails and dug into my head. I scratched and scratched and hot tears rolled down my face. It was as if there were a thousand needles being pierced into my skull. My room was dark aside from the TV playing in the background. I couldn’t focus and I started to get dizzy. Was I really going to die? Would I not wake up the next morning? Was this really what I wanted?

“Mohammed your sister is not going to leave easy. We raised her to be under our wing not out on her own. You’re brave Mohammed you need to get Bana on that plane and keep her going so that she can live a long happy life even though we are not in that life. Will you do that for me?” My father said to me. Me and my father were never close with him working and all, but this was the first time I actually felt like we knew each other.

Many years ago, when I was still a child, my mother would bring me to the Henan province on New Year 's Eve. Every year, my mother would bring me door-to-door to visit my relatives to greet them and to give them gifts. I would always get excited that I would be able to visit my prosthetic legged uncle, “iron man”. One night I asked him, “Uncle, why do you have a metal leg, and how do I get a metal leg like yours?” My uncle turned his head away from me, and said, "I 'll tell you one day, maybe when you get older."

I woke up in a queen sized bed next to my four year old brother, completely lost as to where we were. I looked around as i saw walls, half wood, half dry wall. There were clothes covering the floor, along with many other receipts, plastic wrappers and many other pieces of garbage. The was a dark oak dresser, on top sat an old 15” tv playing Ice Age. I was a little scared and confused but i was overall distracted to the film playing on the old scratched up screen. My brother, james, was in a deep sleep, drenched in his own sweat, so i decided i would try and explore. I slowly, trying not to sink into the many piles of clothes and garbage, found my way to the door. As i opened the door i was greeted by an already familiar voice, it was my

Adrika pulled her cardigan closer to her chest as she closed her wardrobe door. The last of clothes had arrived that morning. Her Grandmother had suggested that she should have her lunch before she started unpacking but Adrika wanted to get it out of the way. The idea of leaving stacks of boxes clogging up the entry way full of belongings that weren’t in their rightful place.