My Best Day

The stench of death hit my nostrils as I opened the door to go inside, which is why I always hated going to the hospital. We waited the fifteen minute queue, until I heard my name from a nurse. I followed the nurse into a small, beige room. I sat down on the examining table, as my doctor walked in. I told him my symptoms, and he did a quick check up. His cold fingers pressed against my lower back. “Breathe in and out.” He said. I did as told. “Slower.” he exclaimed. At that moment, while I was slowly breathing in and out, I could hear a small click every time I inhaled. The doctor looked up and said, “Ahhh, you seem to have pneumonia.” He explained to my mom and I what that meant because we were clueless. After he finished, he told us that if I waited any longer to go to the hospital, he wouldn’t be speaking to me, which opened my mom’s eyes finally. He told me that I couldn’t go to school for at least another two weeks, gave me a school note and my prescription. We left the hospital. My mom dropped me off, and went to pick up the medication. As I lay in bed, I remember thinking about everything that has happened to me in the past two days, and what the doctor told me. Those thoughts were interrupted by the opening of my bedroom door as my mom walked in. She handed me the medication. I swallowed the pills, and fell asleep. The next morning my mom walks in with a stack of papers. She said, “It’s alright if you’re not able to attend class,

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

I was at school and I was thrilled for the day to start. The reason why was because today was field day. So I got to my homeroom and my teacher Mrs. Martin (my second grade teacher) started explaining what was going to happen today. I couldn’t make out everything from the fact that I was thinking about what was going to happen today. We started heading outside carrying all the materials we will need for the day.

Before spring break had started I took a vacation to florida. Me, my sister, my baby sister, my grandma, my mom, and my mom’s boyfriend all flew to florida, it took us three hours to get there. When we had finally arrived I was ecstatic, even though I had been to florida two times when I was younger, it was even better this time.

It was a beautiful morning and the sun was shining. By the time we got there, it was already ten thirty. We were going to start the painting and then we were going to go home and have sandwiches for lunch. I was really excited about my first whole day with Momma.

One second I'm putting on my shoes!” I said loud and clear so my parents wouldn't leave me. I run out of my bedroom and see my mom at the door. The car felt as if the whole thing was made out of ice. As we all shivered through the whole car ride we pull up at the hospital. When I walked in, I could smell fresh coffee being made. The smell satisfies my stomach and without a doubt I say ¨Mom! Can I have coffee? Please?¨ She didn’t hear me. My parents ask the front office desk lady for my aunt. She says “Room 4A your first left.” “Thank you.” Says my mother. We see the first left hallway and see my uncle with a heavy face in tears. My uncle and dad start to talk. “Sagi come with me and Ivan go with your father.” Says my mom as she gives my brother a “See you in a bit” kiss. We walk in. It's pitch black and my eyes start to adjust to the darkness. I could smell antiseptic in the air. You can hear noses sniffing and cries of tears. At the right corner I see my aunt's sister and other relatives. At the left corner I see my aunt. My mother walks over to my aunt’s sister's. As I follow my mom I look at my Aunt, she's looking down at something in her arms as tears roll down her soft fragile faces. My mom tells me to be quiet and to sit down. My mother quiety talks to my aunt’s sisters. I wonder what in the hell is going to on?! My head is full of questions. After my mother got the news she approaches my aunt. My aunt looks straight in the eyes at my mom with a bitter face. My mom could feel her misery. A couple of tears ran down my moms face. Minutes pass. “Sweetie come here.” My aunt says with a delicate voice. I walked quietly to her. She puts her hands out. I grave them. She looks down at her arms. As I follow her eyes down I see a baby, Maria Guadalupe. She is tiny as my hand and covered in little chunks of blood. Right there and then I didn't have to ask what was wrong with Maria or why everyone was crying about. My baby cousin had not made it alive. My

I woke up on a warm summer morning at 5:30 AM, I ate a bowl of cereal and we got our hunting stuff ready while my dad was doing this i played on my phone. After I played on my phone I helped my grandma get the hand warmers ready.When we got in our hunting clothing my grandma made us summer sausage sandwiches.We got in my grandpa's old car and my dad drove us to our hunting grounds at 6:00!

The day began just like any other day, giggling and biking to Wakanda Elementary School with my friends. It was Valentine’s Day and we were going to walk with our 5th grade class to the nursing home up the hill, Autumn Village. We were going to play bingo with the residents. Of course the 5th grade class was excited because that meant that we didn’t have to do school work, we were going to play games all day

This day was a cloudy summer day. Other people were probably shopping, or cleaning their house, they may even have taken a trip somewhere. I was in Mansfield, Massachusetts at the Xfinity Center, for a 5 Seconds of Summer concert. I felt like on this day I was the luckiest girl in the world, just for

Staring at the clock during the last fifteen minutes of class I counted down the minutes until the end of school. I could see the ocean from my desk and I could not get the thought of the hot sand on my toes and the warm water out of my mind. The hot June sun beat down on my arms through the window, making me extremely eager to get out of class and start the weekend.

On a Saturday morning, I woke up to the rising sun with its orange glow filling the sky. The birds were chirping, and I was ecstatic for this weekend. I finished my morning routine, and got on my computer to complete my homework before I start playing. Just as I was beginning to work, my mom strolled into my room.

The day that I look back to laying out under the sun surrounded by palm trees with my best friend right next to me recaptures the moment of pure bliss. This was my absolute favorite week out of my entire life. Two best friends take on a trip to the sunny state of Arizona.

We all stood up from our chairs and we took an elevator to the second floor. The bottom floor seemed like a office, but the second floor felt like a real hospital. It smelled sanitized just like a regular hospital. I could tell it was old, there was a stripe of a washed out green that went along the walls. The lady showed us to another small waiting area. The room was small and had four couches and a small table in the middle with magazines on it. My Mother and I went to sit down and my Father began to do the same thing but the lady then said “No come with me, we need to prepare you”. At this moment I felt my fear began to settle in. I rested my head on my Mom’s shoulder. My Mother woke me up, “Wake up, we’re going to see your Father”, As I got up from the couch I asked her “ Is he done?”, “No he goes in like in ten minutes and they’re letting us see him right before”. The lady who showed us to the waiting room was there and showed us to the room where he was. The room was long but not ride and there were many other patients there and I figured out they were all there for surgery too. We walked toward him and he was there in a patient gown. We stood next to him my mother began to speak to him, I looked around the room at the other patients, When my Mother finished talking to him, I told him “It’s going to be OK.”, “I know” he replied. We

October 27, 2008 was the start of the best day of her life as she would soon to find out. Her younger sister named Shawneequa, 14 months, her younger brother named Vern, three years old, and of course Marion, she was only 5 years old. T’was the night when her mom and dad were consuming lots of alcohol with friends who she didn't even recognize, and she knows her mom and dad have a lot of friends. They were in a disagreement and murmuring about each other about who’s doing what and what was happening. There were lots screeching and chaos going on coming from our house. Her mom's aunt, who was a neighbor at the meantime, was getting very apprehensive and decided to call the police to come over and see what was happening. Then all of a sudden, she could hear the sirens get louder and louder as she saw them pulling up in the driveway. The blue and red lights were seeking through the curtains and reflecting off the mirror. Her brother and Marion were getting scared so we shut the curtains and my mom attempted to turn off all of the lights. After asking her mom’s aunt, my mom, and Marion a few questions and then shortly after apprehending her dad, the police told all the children to get outside and stay in this one spot on the cement by the driveway.

My best day ever was when my brother was born. It was also when my sister was born but I was to young to remember that.