My Experience In High School

"Don't worry. Everything will be fine." I assured her as a bend to whisper in her ear. I pray my words of comfort are correct.

“In my younger and more vulnerable years my father gave me some advice that I've been turning over

She seemed perturbed. She explained how we had financial issues and that the only way we could cope was if we found jobs as well. "I know you don't want to do this," she said, stroking my face. "But, Father needs our help." I couldn't say no, not in this situation. I had no other choice but to find a job. Apparently, I did in a matter of

“Okay dad I won’t give up, I love you,” I balled while tears were dripping down my cheek.

“It’s okay, everything will be just fine,” My tears started to dry and a little smile came. Embry hugged me and pulled me to my feet.

"Voicemail." He said again. You stared at him. "Exactly! I know you have classes and that you're busy with your new life, but.. I need you man. I need your help, dad probably needs your help." You pleaded.

“Hmm, sounds like you’ve got your work cut out for you,” he replied rather vaguely.

My sophomore, junior, and senior years of high school were not normal. I was in and out of hospitals and doctors’ offices with health problems. Those three years of my life were the hardest times I’ve ever dealt with. My high school hated that I missed so much school and they even tried to kick me out. They forced their hands over mine and pushed as the pen began to hit the paper that was my existence.

“It is a shame that her father left her...this happened because her mother failed her job as a wife...she is so young...what was her father thinking?”, my relatives whispered as they sipped their tea. My cousin’s face turned pale like the white blanket of snow falling outside the lodge at the camp in Lake Tahoe. Her expression held so many emotions as if it was a canvas of a painting to be gazed upon. I could see that she felt frustrated and tired of these rude remarks, and all I did was just stand there and caressed the back side of her hands, so I could comfort her. Suddenly, it felt like the air had thickened so much that even a hammer could not slash it into tiny bits. My cousin had not yet known why her father left the house yesterday.

“Then came the night that my dad called me downstairs...said my mom and him wanted to talk with me about something.”

"Your father want me to give this you when you're older. Too bad he's not alive to see you grow up, but I'm sure he's proud of you son."

“what happened ...are you ok…” my dad ask. I can tell he's trying to soothe me.

“It sounds like you have many fond memories of your father. It surprises me after all you have been through,” said the man.

The start of high school is a very exciting time for anybody, it means growing up, and having freedoms. Of course with freedoms, there comes consequences. As a freshmen at the time, I was not fully invested in school. Homework and studying was never a priority for me at the time, I thought copying other people’s work would let me glide through school with no worries. I had a busy schedule filled with school, and then swim practice right after, so by time the weekend came the last thing I wanted to be doing was school work. I was young and not thinking about the future, I’d rather be out with friends than doing any type of assignments. But as time went on I matured and realized that in order to do well in school I had to be dedicated. Unfortunately

“Ashlyn,” my mother walked over and pulled me into a hug, “You know that you aren’t a burden to us. We love you so much and we just want to keep you healthy. I know that you are scared of causing sadness but we can handle it, as long as you are alive and happy.” She gave me a reassuring smile as my father put hand on top of mine.