My First Birthday - Original Writing

We started speeding down the road to meet the ambulance. Upon meeting them I was rushed to Wilcox Memorial Hospital, bumping my dad from the operating room right before he his knee surgery. I wasn't suspected to make it, as I had lost seventy percent of my blood. But somehow, with the help of God, I underwent several surgeries and within the next few days I was stabilized and discharged from the hospital.

I woke up startled and didn’t know where I was. I had an IV in my arm and my parents were staring at me. The doctor came in

I get up and go to the bathroom. When I look in the mirror im surprised by my appearance. My face no longer has the red scratches on it and the places that used to be bleeding are almost completely healed. All that's left is thin red lines.

He and the rest of the family would arrive the next morning to celebrate the holiday. I closed my eyes and inhaled the aroma of peppermint and freshly baked cookies as my grandmother held me tight. Lights from the glistening tree illuminated the room in red and green. Rocking back and forth, she combed her hands through my hair, all the while praising me for every inch I had grown since my last visit. Christmas was tomorrow, and I could hardly contain myself.

I sunk in the living room and grab my phone, I was about to take a run for it, when I was pinned against the wall, my knife drop and I was against the wall.

I could feel a heartbeat in my finger. Finally we got home my mom came out right away and gave me the ice while asking if i was okay. Me, my mom, and my dad went straight to the emergency

He came running towards me without wasting time, she lifted the wagon as my sister who was not badly injured pulled me out. As I was being lifted to the stretchers, I couldn’t feel my legs and pain was all over my body. The ambulance took as to hospital where I was taken to surgery and while my sister was stitched as she had injuries on the elbow and a bruise on the head. I recovered after 4 days in hospital and two months in a wheel chair and I swore to myself never to take life for

It all started on a brisk winter morning. I dragged myself out of bed around 9am. The sky was murky and I was sure I wasn't going to do anything that day but sit around all day and watch Christmas movies. My legs were aching and I was exhausted from the day before because I had played just about the hardest team in our basketball division. As I was recovering and enjoying my movie, it started to snow. Colossal, thick layers of snow.

I said my little prayer and added, "God, let Santa come to our house and bring us gifts."

Next, we went to the park and we saw an ice cream man. I told my mom that I wanted some ice cream. She bought me some ice cream.

Next, my family arrived with presents. Then, we ate cake and ice cream. I got my first lego set from my grandma. I said goodbye, and my family left.

My heart was pounding so hard it was as if I could see it beating through my chest. My mind was racing. Right when I felt like giving up it seems like I saw a house out of no where. I could hear his footsteps getting closer and I looked down at bare feet and my ripped clothes for the abuse I'd endured earlier and immediately made a decision to knock on the strangers door.

Just as I said I would, I married Charles Baker Harris seven months after he properly proposed to me on my seventeenth birthday. I had no desire to ever move away from Maycomb, so we settled in a house down the street from my childhood home, where Atticus lived the rest of his life.

Christmas time is my favorite time of year. My parents, siblings, aunts, uncles, grandmas, grandpas, and cousins all gather at my grandma and grandpa Bass’s house for a big luscious meal my grandma has been working on for hours. I love going to her house because I get to see my family, and open presents. Before we leave my house, my parents say to my siblings and I “okay time to go kiddos,” my siblings and I get into the car. About an hour later we finally arrive at Grandma Bass’s house. I rush out of the car trying not to get the fresh white snow on my nice clean clothes. My siblings are pushing each other to see who can get to the door first, I won. I turn the doorknob, and the wonderful smell of food reaches my nose first. I go in and hear the chatter of family inside. Cousins rush to the door to greet us. I take my shoes off and add to the big pile of shoes that were left behind by family. I walk into the living room first and see the great big Christmas tree standing in the corner of the room. It has lots of presents under it. By the mantel, there are three red candles, one in the middle, one on the left side, and one on the right side. They are all lighting up the room, and between the candles are pictures of the family, with holly all around the black frames. Next, I walk into the small warm kitchen, and everyone in there greets my siblings and I with hugs and smiles that warm our hearts'. After that, I go to the back room to go hug my grandma's great big dog named

I hollered for my mom. She came running out faster than a dog chasing after it’s bone. I nearly tripped while sprinting inside to dial 911. Nevertheless, my brother,a two-year old, was being pulled away by the paramedics. They were discussing about his stitches. A chill ran through my spine. That’s the last time I ever let him take