My Experience With A Girl From Pennsylvania

Getting on our plane was probably one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to, especially since my dad couldn’t come with us that day. December 8, 2010 was the day my family decided that moving to America would give me and my brother many more opportunities, keep in mind my parents hadn’t told us that we were moving to the US. I remember I had been hugging my dad saying goodbye to him and my mom had to come and grab me away from him. His face was through the window was the last thing I remember seeing before buckling my seat belt and laying down on my mother’s shoulder. Once we had landed my mother woke me up and said to me that I should help out with the luggage and the other belongings we had to take. The night went by probably faster than

"Good bye honey! Take care! Call us when you get there safely!" my mother cried. I can still hear those words as if it were yesterday and in reality it was fourteen years ago, that I packed up and left my small town back in southern New Jersey.

The day has finally come to go on vacation. My family and I departed promptly from our house at 4:30 in the morning. Our flight was scheduled for 7 in the morning at Pittsburgh International Airport. We had to arrive their early because all people flying international had to be their two hours before the flight would leave. We boarded the flight out to Punta Cana, which is located in the Dominican Republic. I can remember that I was so excited to go, that I was the first on the flight. I am pretty sure that it took about three hours to get to the Dominican Republic from Pittsburgh. It was a really long flight to me because I could not wait to get there and I just wanted to land. Finally, the moment has come and we landed. When we departed

We met in the summer after my sophomore year of high school. She had just graduated high school and was off to college in the fall. From the moment we had started talking, I was, as you could say "head over heels" for her. To me, one of the most attractive qualities in a person is a sense of stability and that was why I was strongly attracted to her. She knew where she was going to college, what she was going to major in, and had her whole life planned out before she was 19.

Going back in time, memories of an eventful day during my junior year in high school remains a historical change in my life. December 5, 2014, remains to this day as one of the most impactful days of my life; it was the day of

Few relationships are as special as the bond between sisters. Siblings know us greater than even we know ourselves sometimes; it’s through this insight, their insight, that we can see ourselves better and grow into who we aspire to be. My relationship with my sister is no exception; she’s my best friend. She’s a part of why I am who I am today, and it all started with a name.

Mikayla Nellannej Fletcher is a seventeen year old girl residing in Johnson County, Tennessee. While her childhood was fraught with an unfortunate ensemble of severely negative influences, her resolve preceded her. Through trial and troubles she came out as only a slightly damaged, sweet, and ingenious person. This isn’t intended to be a passage about her history and personal development, but an account of my personal experience with her. I’m fortunate enough to have the title of her boyfriend, and even more fortunate to be able to call her my girlfriend. Only one other has had that privilege, one who certainly did not deserve the title. Even after his abuse and mistreatment Mikayla managed to preserve her demeanor when it comes to romance

I met Bailee on my first day of kindergarten. Though she was a few years older than me, we were fast friends. I thought of her as an older sister, and we spent every holiday together. Religiously, the Fourth of July involved our families watching the Stow parade together. We were so close, people asked if Baylee and I were sisters. We looked nothing alike; her wiry build, naturally tanned skin, dark hair, and hazel eyes greatly contrasted my appearance, but she was so patient with me that we seemed to be kin. Bayleigh amenably painted my nails, when she knew I would gnaw the polish off the very next day. She taught me the value of strategy in a pillow fight. Every article of clothing that she outgrew was passed to me, and still hangs in my closet, but most don't fit anymore. With her unique sense of humor that led her to constantly change the way she spelled her name, her insane fashion sense, and her charismatic laugh, Baylei was exceptional in every sense. I looked up to her more than anyone else in the world. Little did I know that Beili was fighting with herself as to whether she deserved to even live.

It's been over five years since I have been home, to the north side of Chicago, I cannot believe it has changed so much in such a short time. The streets are filled with new buildings, new businesses, and so much snow. I don't remember the winters being this cold. Leaving Atlanta to go see my family in Chicago is a tough decision but I had to see my grandmother who is turning ninety years old this weekend and my family is throwing her a huge birthday party in Chinatown because my grand loves that culture and the food. I was supposed to meet the family right after I landed at O'Hare Airport. However, I needed to shower and change so I decided to check into the Peninsula Hotel, which I have always wanted to stay in, it is such a beautiful

I was only two more years older than J and even though we never shared any bonds by blood she always treated me as her own and for that I had always been grateful. J and I had always been thicker than thieves and we confided everything to each other, there were absolute no secrets between us and we had our own pact of loyalty. We functioned better with each other and I think that's why we also seemed to fit together perfectly like a puzzle because we thought so much

The day has finally come to go on vacation and my family, and I departed promptly from our house at 4:30 in the morning. Our flight was scheduled for 7 in the morning at Pittsburgh International Airport. We had to arrive there early because all people flying international had to be there two hours before the flight. All of us boarded the flight out to Punta Cana, which is located in the Dominican Republic. I can remember that I was so excited to go, and I was the first on the flight. I am almost positive that it took over three hours to get to the Dominican Republic from Pittsburgh. It was a really long flight to me because I could not wait to get there, and I just wanted to land. Finally, the moment has come, and we landed. When we departed from the plane, they had hula dancers dancing around us, and it was the coolest thing I have ever seen. They had people that would take pictures of you when you got off the plane. My family and I obliged and got our pictures taken. After all our pictures were taken, we went inside the airport and

I knew her for less than a year, but in that short time we got to know each other as well as if we had been friends for our entire lives. I met Anna Rondeau* at a private online high school where we were both taking a few courses. With long, sleek, chestnut hair and mischievously twinkling eyes, Anna was one of the most fun-loving girls I knew. Everyone loved her for her blunt honesty, entertaining personality, sharp wit, and charming southern mannerisms. Oddly enough, our best friends shared the same first name and both Anna and I wanted to be the same thing when we grew up. To listen to us banter over both the most serious and trivial of matters, it would have been difficult for someone who didn’t know to guess that we lived over a thousand

I only realized that during the send off party organized by the extended family. I was not going to hang out with my kith and kin whenever I pleased. I was going to terribly miss my family and friends but definitely not my school; I absolutely loathed my boarding school with a burning passion. We said our final farewells at the Kotoka International Airport, Accra. After a grueling 10 hour flight, I was very excited when the plane landed in La Guardia airport only to be told by my father that we had to take another flight to Norfolk, Virginia. I wore a five inch high heeled shoe throughout the flight; I used to be unintelligent. As I walked to clear the baggage, my legs felt like Jell-O. I thought, “Yep, I will definitely fall and end up in one of those viral YouTube videos.” Since you have not seen me in a YouTube video, we can all deduce that I did not fall. After grabbing my luggage from the baggage carousel, I immediately changed into a comfortable pair of brown flats. It was only after that I realized I was in a whole new world. The two story buildings that I was used to transformed into elegant towers. Because I was used to the tropical Ghanaian weather, 60 degrees felt cold. The first meal I had when I arrived in the US was Fries with Chicken tenders that we purchased at the airport. After waiting for a couple of hours, we boarded our final flight home, Virginia, where we were welcomed with a warm smile and embrace from mom, who we had not seen for two

      It was 8:00 a.m. on April 9, 1999 and I was saying goodbye to my parents at the San Francisco Airport. While I was walking away from my parent’s gate I

     It all started out when my very shy, self-conscious sister didn’t really fit in well. She was 16, chubby and had very few friends. One day Becky’s best friend Debbie introduced her to 19 year old guy name John. Becky and John hit it off very well