My Day In My Life

i was so mad that I slammed the car door. I went to class mad and upset. i went through first period and second period and arrived at third period. I was in third period for 10 minutes when i was called down to the office. I walked in and the office aid told me to sit down. I sat down and waited for about 10 minutes when my mom walked in. She had tears in her eyes and tears streaming down her face. At that moment I realized everything. I knew why she was crying, I knew why she said no when asked to see grandpa after school. I ran to my mom and hugged her and I burst into tears. I walked back to my locker to grab my backpack and saw my best friend Dustin Flatter. He saw me in tears and he ran to my aid. I told him what was wrong and he hugged me. I grabbed my stuff and left. I walked outside and the first thing I saw was my sister Hannah with her hands in her face. I got in the car and we left in a silenced car ride home. My mom started to talk and said the reason my dad was gone was because he went to the hospital. My dad got to Dayton from Tipp City in 9 Minutes. He arrived with just enough time to say goodbye and I love you. Instead of going home my mom drove me and my sister to my grandmas house

It was an average day. I turned in my theme. I went about the day normally. It was all going to be fine, I thought.

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

My alarm woke me up with a start. Slowly but surely, I rolled out of my bed and slid on some jeans and a t-shirt. Then, descended down the stairs to find my mom lounging on the couch drinking coffee. Then I headed toward the kitchen to make breakfast and before I knew it it was time to go to the bus stop.

The weekend was going to create a new, more ambitious, start in my life. I didn’t want to hide anymore, but I didn't want to be someone who was an attention seeker. Learning how to let my voice be heard without judgment was one of the greatest feelings. Even though I became more outgoing, spontaneous, and learned how to live life to the fullest, I realized I was still lacking one thing. Strength. Putting on a fake smile is effortless, but once the door is closed, you start to see true colors; and that’s exactly what had happened to me towards the middle of my junior year. I stayed strong throughout school and around my peers, but once I made it home, I would start questioning every aspect, every action of life. It seemed like if something went wrong, it happened all at once, leaving me with this huge mess called life. This world we live in is a beautiful insanity, and learning how to live it to the fullest is something that we will never figure out; you will always have the ‘gray’

I stared at myself in the mirror, the image of myself seeming to distort. Tears streamed down my face and I covered my face with my hands, sinking to the bathroom floor. Nothing made sense. I looked in the mirror, but it didn’t look like me. Did I steal this body from someone? I didn’t understand why I was feeling like this. I got myself cleaned up and climbed in bed, not wanting to be conscious of my thoughts anymore.

Every day is always the same: wake up, run, school, gymnastics practice, pick up Sarah, eat, homework, sleep, repeat. I like how my life is, sure it isn’t super exciting, but that’s okay. And I certainly didn’t think it would ever change, until today. It started out like any other day, I woke up, went for a run and then got my cousin and I ready for school. I dropped her off at the middle school and went up to the college that I am studying at. I only have one class today so I walk in, sit down and take notes on the lecture. Then I pack up and head to the gym. I work on my routine for the competition this weekend and then when I finish I head to the showers and quickly scrub the sweat and chalk off of my body and get dressed. I got into my

There is not a day in my life that I wake up and do not ask myself why? Why did my mother have to leave? Why did this happen to me? Without a doubt the absence of my mother has been the hardest obstacle I have had to overcome at such a small age. At just eight months old, my life took a drastic change, one that I would not have dreamed of happening. My parents separated and I was left to live with my dad and his family. At that age a mother to a child is everything, I needed her to do the most basic things yet she was not there. I grew up not knowing what the love of a mother was and having to do everything on my own. At an early stage in life I had to become independent and do everything on my own. I did not have someone to hold my hands and guide me through my childhood because even though my dad and his family were there, he was too busy working to provide for us and they had enough kids of their own to take care of to worry about us. His family although they loved us, they made difference between my sister and I and their children. We had to do everything around the house while they did nothing. We felt as if we had no voice, we had no one to support us. Being in those situations made me in who I am today. I am motivated to be someone in life, to make a difference. I will do everything in my power to become a successful person and do not let my past define me. The situation with my dad’s family has a big role in my determination to become someone. Their rejection and

Growing up many things was said and done that suck with me through the years. My life has been anything but calm. Family drama seemed like a constant, and no one knew how to get along. On top of all that my health was not good, and it always seemed like I was sick with something new every other week. Sure in life there are going to be good years and bad years, but what if the good years are actually only months or weeks? When your grandmothers and older sister are raising you and mom has a new boyfriend every week, you start remembering things sooner. People words stuck in my head, whether they were talking to me or about my family. Through the years, though there has been two words that people have repeated all the time and as I got older they really helped. That’s when one day in August as a little seven-teen girl I decided to get a tattoo that would have everyone asking why.

I glanced at the mirror, staring at my reflection. I wore a black dress with my hair tied back. Tears crept out of my eyes, but I held back the feeling to crawl up into a ball and sob. I walked out of my room and the sound of the creaking stairs followed me.

It began like a normal day. I woke up at approximately five thirty, and I got dressed. I'm not a girl who spends hours on her appearance although they tell me to. The producers that is.

I thought it was going to be a normal day. Afterall, the day had started out normal. I woke up, got ready, and went to school. All of my morning classes had passed by pretty quickly. The bell that signals the end of fourth period rang, and I headed to my least favorite class of the day, Language Arts.

The rain was beginning to slack up, but the wind was blowing at ten miles per hour. I thought this was going to be one of the best days of my life. I remember telling my parents, three weeks in advance that I was going on a field trip with my class to the Memphis zoo and I would like for them both to come. I was so excited the night before the field trip, I couldn’t stop thinking about all the animals I wanted to see and take pictures of. Unfortunately, my mother had to work the day of the field trip and my father had been sick with the flu for nearly two weeks. I was very disappointed that my parents couldn’t make the field trip with me and my classmates. All my classmates’ parents attended the field trip except of Kyle parents. Kyle hardly talked to anyone in the class, including Mr. Jefferson who was absent the day of the field trip.

It was an ordinary day. I woke up to my alarm screaming at me. I rolled over in my bed and turned it off. I laid there face up, wondering why on Earth is cheese cut into circles and squares. I slowly sit up and imagine what I could wear today. Just another ordinary day.

August 21, 2017 was the best Monday of my entire life. This Monday was the beginning of my college life at UNCC. Interestingly enough, on that day, a solar eclipse was also occurring. So, not only was my Convocation day nerve wracking, it was also exciting, and overall an extremely eventful day. Had my college classes also begun on that day it would have been a bit too much. Thankfully, my classes began the very next day after that… yay!?