My Family Has Always Been A Decade Last Year

When I was little, I was very shy around new people. I usually only showed who I actually was around my family. I didn’t have a friend who I could be myself around, they were usually just friends who I would play with at recess. That was until everything changed, and I moved across the town of Derby.

I feel a light tap on my shoulder as my brother, Andrew, pulls me out of my gaze. I look around, noticing the cars not in motion anymore. "We're here," Dad says, turning the car off. Shoving my phone into my pocket with the headphones wrapped sloppily around it, I focus on the house in front of us. I have only seen pictures of it on the housing website dad purchased it from. It doesn't look much different; it's still small with two stories and ugly green shutters to match the tan siding. The only thing I like about it is the small bushes lining the front. Mom used to spend hours shaping the ones at

As the year progressed, I found people who shared common interests as me and people who did not. Regardless, I made myself associate with them and it worked for my benefit. You may never know when you need a favor or just someone to talk to for that matter. Saying hello to a person can change so much which may sound really cheesy but its true! If I had never had the courage to join in on a strangers’ conversation then they would never have become my best friends. I had witnessed the Butterfly Effect. As I grew more comfortable with talking to others, my personality bloomed into something that I am proud of. I was excited to do things that others were not. If there was a spirit day, I would go all out. If it was someone’s birthday, I would try my hardest to get them a gift they would enjoy. If I saw someone going through internal turmoil, I would lend them my ears so that they could release their stress. Once, I was browsing Instagram through boredom and a girl had posted a picture of herself with the caption that said “I have nothing to live for.” I commented on the picture saying that she was gorgeous and she replied with “so what.” That reply hit me

As a child, our home was a place anyone was welcomed in, thus as the saying goes, “Mi casa es su casa.” While my parents were married, we lived in a one story blue colored house with 3 bedrooms, 2 bathrooms, 3 living rooms, 1 dining room, an attic, garage, porch, pool and backyard. Upon entry into the house from the front door you stared into a long hallway. Immediately to the left was 1 of 3 living rooms, where we occasionally ate Dominos thin crust pizza in the late hours of the day and watched TV and movies as a family. We had a 7-piece oak entertainment center with a built in aquarium, where we kept Ceaser our

Once the school year started I was able to start talking to kids that came from others schools that were not from Mueller and make friends quickly. Now I have some of the greatest friends. Also about three months ago I had my quince and yes I was not shy or anything, but I didn't really dance much at my party because I didn't really feel comfortable doing it yet . A week later It was the school dance and at first I was just sitting down because I have always been like scared to dance in front of people, but not that long after I was dancing with all my friends. Now I have better social skills. Not so long ago I had to start going to a church youth group. I was scared because I knew that I was not going to know anyone. When I got there the first few times I was nervous and scared to go but then I met this guy named Gabriel and since the moment I met him I could be myself around him and know he is a good friend from the group.

I got bullied a lot so that kind of stopped people from wanting to talk to me in the first place. When they did they saw a weird anti-social kid that wasn’t fun to be around or maybe that’s how I see myself reflecting on everything. Can’t say much about that has changed though. When I did get friends I had a problem where I’d get overly attached to them; as a result you could’ve insulted me every day and I’d still call you my friend. I think it was my want for one with the fact I was really, really dense;consequently most of the people I met weren’t great people to be around and a lot had some sort of bad habits, I still always had a book with me as once again an escape from my at least how I saw it sad and boring life in

My daughter immediately began packing her stuff; she was going back to her Nana’s house. After packing what I felt was important and securing the backdoor as well as we could, we left and went back to my mom’s house. The next day I called the owner and told him I was moving back home. I felt defeated and taken advantage of. Not taken advantage of by the owner, but just in general, by life. I asked the two neighbors closest to me if they had notice anyone around my place the day before, but no one saw anything. The elderly man that was normally sitting outside by his fence was at the hospital with his wife all day. The male who lived directly next door stated he worked all night so he was sleeping the majority of the day. So we packed what was left of our items and just like that we were back home, back in my childhood room. We were going back to where we felt secure and protected. It was a short experience, but it showed me how looks can be deceiving and sometimes we don’t always make the right choices at the right time. I felt so vulnerable, but at the same time I felt I was meant to go through that situation so that I could appreciate what I had. It wasn’t about being an adult or being on my own, but being able to protect what I loved and cared the most about. I loved my shoes, especially my Nike Air Jordan’s to be

My parents purchased the 3 bedroom, 1.5 bathroom house after falling in love with its wraparound porch and backyard. The house was literally a street over from where we were renting a house that was the size of a postage stamp and with two teenage girls who were wanting more of their own space, this new house had everything. Though the furnace was on its last legs and needed to be turned off when not in use for fear that the house would explode, and that the half bathroom resembled that of a closet with a toilet in it, the sheer fact that this house wasn’t owned by anyone other than my parents made the house a home.

Like I said before, I was the shyest kid ever growing up, I would go out of my way just to avoid talking to people I was unfamiliar with. Many people from school rarely heard me speak, I was easy to forget about. I kept to myself and did my work. Even outside of school I stayed to myself, only ever hanging out with a few friends. Even when high school started I was quiet. I began hanging out with more people, but there were still a lot of

It was summer time and I was finally home from college in Maine, My family’s house is in Upstate New York and I’m an only child so my parents didn’t need a huge house, Though the house was small it was very old Build and built famous Architect in Buffalo, New York. It was a wonderful house with French doors with a full basement and big rooms for all of us. We all enjoyed our times there the happy, sad, funny, and wonderful experiences, it wasn’t a place I would call “Haunted” Sure it had those creeks in the middle of the night and those weird cracks and groans from the age of the house. As far as I knew it was all Normal, But I was wrong...

As a child I was shy, and still am, but I always tried to make friends. But that did not always go well because of the culture boundary’s that were between me and most of the other students. Many students of the same race would stick together, leaving me usually alone because of the very few Caucasian students in the schools. Spending most of my time working alone unless the teacher assigned groups. That did not change much when entering middle school. Middle school just became a bigger version of the years pasted. Spending my time feeling like I was the outsider because most people already knew each other. The first year of high school was no different from the past years, I began to gain a few friends who had classes with me. I tried to venture out and stared becoming friends with more people with the help or sports and my advanced classes. When you are a student in Advanced Placement classes you began to have classes with a smaller group of people. This was when I finally did not feel any different from the other students in my

We arrived at 9:00 am, so first, we unload the trucks. Almost immediately, after we finished this, a nervous, and sweet voice, invites us to come into her house. As soon as we walk in, I was dumbfounded, and my heart acquired a huge amount of pain from seeing the condition of this home. I quickly realized that I was in shock, while the homeowner did not recognize that her house was a danger to her. Unfortunately, words alone, cannot truly, nor accurately describe the condition of this home. The foundation was deteriorating, the floors were very week, the decks were not stable, the doors did not open or close properly, and

My parents are always talking about things they want to do and never actually do it, I assumed it was another one of those times. As time progressed and they continued to discuss the matter I got worried. Then one day they had me and my siblings pile into the car and go driving around. I had no clue what they were doing until they pulled up to a house with a “For Sale” sign mounted in the front yard. It hit me that they were actually planning on moving somewhere. Weeks passed with them discussing things and I sat worried in my room. My mom got all of our attention one day, “Children, we are going to go look at a house today everyone get ready!” I approached her and said, “Like on the inside?” She said, “Yes.” I quickly put on reasonable clothes and piled into the car trying not to argue with her. It felt like hours that we were in the car driving around. I had never really traveled much except when I went to my grandma’s house which was 50 minutes away, so leaving town for the first time felt like a whole new world. Trees surrounded us as we drove through gravel roads, up and down hills, and around loops, we finally arrived at a pale white house with brown accents. As we pulled onto the the rough driveway I observed the front door and the garage. It had a three car garage, one door separated from the other. We all made our way to the

That we’d get a house all to ourselves and we wouldn’t have to pay rent, or share with anyone. That our house would be big and nice and beautiful and have tons of space and look great. That we’d have a nice basement and I’d have the nicest room and we’d have a huge kitchen and bathroom, and a backyard I could play in, with grass as green as the leaves on the trees. That was the house my mom talked about constantly. But the house on Beach street is not exactly what I was picturing. When I got in, the house gave us a “welcome home”. The house is nice, however, the house isn’t that big and it is as old, and has a dark tone, like the midnight sky. The house is not what I expected, but it is still better than having no house, and the house is still great. I knew I had to have a house. A real house. One that I could point to. This is it. The house on beach

With both of those things, making friends was a very hard part of my life. I could never be the one to start a conversation, and even now today I have a difficult time starting conversations, and even sometimes ending them. When I was in fifth and sixth grade, I was at my worst. I almost got upset over everything, if I met myself from sixth grade I would probably beat her up, because half of the things I got upset over was not a big deal. No wonder I had barely any friends. No one wants to be friends with a person who cries over every little thing. So, getting upset over everything greatly declined my chances of ever having good friends. I also had a hard time with doing sports, and after school activities. The reason for that is because, I would get super self conscious in a social situation. I still have a difficult time getting in front of crowds, doing sports, and clubs. When I was younger, I would basically cry whenever I had to be with people I did not know. Now, I realize that I cannot cry all the time, because that just shows that I am some immature brat, so I suck it up, and go with it. With me doing that I have made friends I do not think I would just normally talk to, and I am very fortunate that I did that, otherwise I would probably still be a huge crybaby. Being scared about every little bad situation I was thrown into was another place where I was a cry baby. If I had to go to another classroom to ask for some textbooks I would freak out. I would make someone else go and get them, or I would beg for someone else to do it. It was not because I was lazy, I was just scared about how many people would judge me on what I was wearing, or what I sounded like. Today, I still do not like going to get items in other classrooms, but the reason for this time is, I am just lazy. While I look back at the past, I feel like that it was very pathetic of me to be that