My Brother Was An Accident

I asked my mom “what’s wrong,” she replied with a sorrowful “your Aunt Lisa is in trouble, we must leave now.” The worst part of all of this was my Aunt Lisa’s son was with us, Matthew. He did not know what to think or believe. No one knew the world would slowly start shattering beneath all of us that morning. We drove to her house, we saw ambulances and police cars driving by, that did not help our nerves at all. We finally arrived at her apartment, we never thought all of those emergency vehicles would be going there. My brother and I stay in the car since I was only eight and he was only eleven. My mom and cousin run into the apartment hoping to only find my Aunt had fallen and is unconscious, or she is passed out drunk, just let it be something that is not permanent. What they come to find is that my Aunt is laying on the floor, unconscious, but cold as ice. It was not from someone killing her, or us getting there too late. She had died twenty-four minutes before that phone

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.

It's Friday, March 25 in the morning at about 7:00 am when my mom wakes all of us up to get ready to leave. On the way to Minnesota we were driving, but still in suamico, we stopped at a Kwik Trip gas station to fill up the tank. We all were thirsty so we got a water from the cooler in the back of the truck, but my brother Roy spilled his all over himself and on the seats.”Good thing it's just water.” My mom said. As we drove across the imaginary line splitting Wisconsin with Minnesota there was a big rock carved into the shape of Minnesota that said, “Welcome To Minnesota.” When we were on the highway we almost got into two major accidents, the first one was when we had an open lane ahead the driver to the right of us tried coming into our lane right next to us and put our left two tires

One blizzardy night in March at St. Mary's hospital there was a new family. At around 6:00 in the morning I, Robert Joseph Powers 3 was born. When my parents knew that it was time to go to the hospital they were playing poker with a couple of my uncles and aunts. All the sudden my mom knew and she got up told my dad and they were off. That day it was extremely bad outside because all day there was a blizzard, but luckily my parents made it to St. Mary hospital safe.

It was the weekend before christmas, there wasn't snow but it was cold. We were leaving Home Depot. My boyfriend was driving his grey minivan. I was in the passenger seat next to him with his two friends in the back and a few of his other friends following us in Ethans van. The light turned green and we went down that road like every other time, but that time was different. We hit a patch of black ice. Boom. We hit the curb and s. I turned to look if everyone was okay as a flash of lights came from behind. It was kenneth's friends in the other car, they were coming up fast.

One Saturday morning, my mom received a phone call from my grandpa in Sandusky. After she hung up the phone, she told us all to get ready quickly. She wouldn’t give away any information yet. Within one hour of the phone call, we were in the car traveling to Sandusky. During the trip to Sandusky everyone remained silent; until mom decided that the time

When it was my sophomore year in high school, I was going through I rough time. I had experienced so much that I couldn't take it anymore. I didn't want to continue with life. I was simply tired of trying and fighting because it all felt hopeless to me. Then on June 5, 2017, in the early morning, I wanted

The first two hours everyone slept. I woke up about an hour before everyone so that I could get some peace and quiet and finish reading my summer reading book. After finishing the book, I began to wonder about my own personal legend in high school was going to be. I wondered about the lessons I would learn and the battles I would have to beat. Then, we pulled over, ate breakfast, and went

The day that changed my life forever was August 15, 2014; the day my identical twin brothers Landen and Brayden were born. They were born at 2.2 lbs., premature, and when they were in the womb, they had a condition known as twin to twin transfusion syndrome. In my brothers' case, Landen was the donor twin, and Brayden was the recipient twin. There was less than a fifty percent chance that the surgery required to save both of them would be successful. My parents decided to go for the surgery and attempt to save them both. Fortunately, the operation was successful, and they were both saved.

I could not walk near the window. That was a rule, because they were afraid that I would fall out of the window. On one of these walks, mom started by saying “You probably want to know the fire about the fire, right?” I pushed the oxygen tank ahead of me which was my way of saying yes without speaking. Mom understood and started telling the story: how the fire started, where exactly it started, the normal stuff. I had been wondering why dad had not visited me, and now I know. Dad was dead. He died while saving me. He threw me out of our burning house. But just as it happened a burning section of the wall caved in on him so he had do escape. No more building projects, jokes at the dinner table, or Dad at football games. The firefighters found his body, resting against me in his office. He knew that he needed oxygen, but he let me live by not taking the oxygen and giving it to me. I felt the sting. I killed my

It was just another normal day right after the school day had just gotten over. We had all gotten on the bus to go home. We had left the school ground to go to St. Mary's to drop off the kids. Then, we had went to our first stop out of town. After he got off, we had began to speed up hwy. Speed everyone had started to panic. Before the bus driver knew it, we had hit a little brown nissan pick-up on the side of hwy 13 south of town when i realized that i was in the front of the bus on the floor. I was the first one out of the bus after a little while another bus come to pick up kids that wanted to

It was mid-summer on a beautiful day, where the birds were singing and kids run about here and there. Playing by the playground with my friends and neighbors, I heard a siren. It was all too normal to hear this song of urgency when you live near the highway, but this one was different. It was closer, it was louder, it was outside the towns entrance. People rushed to the site to see what had occurred so close to home. As my group came closer, a white car stare back at us, but it was a stranger’s car, one we were not familiar with, a sigh of relief. Behind that car, another car lies on its hood, flipped and shattered. I heard my friend cried, she screamed to move forward but was held back. Firemen and police officers rushing to pull out two bodies. They were young, younger than we were, one was little girl lying in the ambulance, my friend’s little sister. Only fourteen, her first year in high school, but she was motionless. Her boyfriend, the driver, disoriented, but he was fine, only a scar on the forehead. I found out later my friend, the driver drove drunk and crossed a red light, the oncoming vehicle smashed into the passenger side and little T left us that day.

Claire and I had just come home after tennis practice. When we walked into our apartment we saw that our mom had made a huge fancy meal for us, and I had a small feeling that something was up. My mom looked at me with eyes that looked somehow guilty, but everything seemed fine I guess. After we finished eating we were very tired, so Claire and I went to our separate rooms. Not long after laying down, my dad came in and told me we needed to talk about something. He wanted to talk to me and Claire separately, so we walked downstairs to a private community room in our apartment. He had never done this before and I didn’t know what was wrong, so my heart began pounding loudly in my chest. When I sat down and he told me the news, the pounding stopped. My heart sank. He said that our family couldn’t afford to go to Cathedral anymore, so my sister and I would have to switch schools and attend Sartell High School that year. I walked upstairs slowly afterwards and fell on the floor in my room. I stared at the ceiling waiting for Claire to be told. I don’t think I really believed what my father said to me at the time. I tried not to think. I just

February twenty-third 2010 was just a regular ordinary day. I was on my way to class on this cold February afternoon, when my phone rung. It was my cousin on the other end telling me to call my mom. I could not figure out what was wrong, so I quickly said okay and I hung up and called my mom. When my mom answered the phone I told her the message but I said I do not know what is wrong. My mom was at work and could not call right away, so I took the effort to call my cousin back to see what was going on. She told me that our uncle was in the hospital and that it did not look good. Starting to tear up I pull over in a fast food restaurant parking lot to listen to more to what my cousin had to say. She then tells me to tell my mom to get to