My First Day In My Life

A silent murmur spoke from my mother's mouth “Wait there”. I internally screamed “Wait for what? Wait for the sun to wake up this man from the dead? Wait for the news that I already seemed to know?” The ambulance came first. I couldn't hear it coming, I could only make its blurred shape through the confused darkness. I turned and didn't look back, continuing to walk away from the crash scene, not wanting to face this head

A body rolled. Sparks rained like the rays of light through the trees; when the vehicle met concrete. Adrenaline coursed throughout my veins. A frightened and confused response was given. My face was written in anguish as I noticed the strange figure through the back window. An endangered chord was sung out of fear, ensued from my sister. A single sound ringed throughout the noise of chaos.

My feet pounded into the ground as I pushed myself even harder, and the buildings moved by me in a blur. Spying a small space up ahead I believed to be a street, a smile slipped onto my lips. Before I reached the opening, the black fog slipped around my feet, forcing me to a stop. My feet stopped, but the rest of my body didn’t. I only stopped once I hit a trashcan. Adrenaline pumped through my body as my heart rate picked up.

You look to your right as a van rams into the driver’s side of your car. The pain came after the last breath moved through you. You feel your bones crunch in your body, and you scream, but the scream of the bending metal overlaps yours. The impact of the crash sends your car sliding into another vehicle. Another ear-piercing scream escapes from your mouth. The last thing you thought of before the numbness took over was your love, your reason of happiness.

The four-way stoplight to enter the highway was now in sight and I sped up to make the green light. I was rapidly approaching the stoplight and when it suddenly turned red causing me to step even harder on the gas pedal in an attempt to make it through the light. Within the blink of an eye, I felt a sudden impact and my car began to spin out of control. I felt the walls of my car collapsing in on me as my whole body jolted forward and then quickly jolted back while my seatbelt kept me restrained. I found myself, a sitting duck, as the sound of screeching breaks roared from behind me like a lion protecting his young.

The day passed by slowly and and painfully, with nothing out of the ordinary. By 2:50, the end bell rung and my school day was over. Usually I would head downstairs to the senior bar and hang out before leaving, but today I decided to sprint home to finish my college application. During the train ride, I was relaxing, tapping my feet along with the beat of the hip hop music blasting through my Skullcandy earbuds. I closed my eyes, deciding to get some rest before I got home. Little do I know that my afternoon will be spent worrying about something else bigger than my future colleges.

One car passes, then another. “See? No big deal.” I say. Trying to relieve myself. Another passed. But right as I begin to calm completely, I see a car, going at least 10 miles over the speed limit. I begin to get a bit worried, but I keep driving. “I-Is the car…” I squint to see that the car is “Swerving!?” I blurt out with a sudden gasp. “I need to slow down. I need to stop this car. I really need to stop this car.” I tell myself. But my foot will not listen to my order. “The car, it’s… it’s heading straight towards me.” I say in a peculiarly calm voice. There is still about 400 yards between us. The car is beginning to slip into my lane, like syrup does off a pancake. Slowly, but yet surely. My foot finally obeys my command, but presses onto the gas pedal. “Wrong pedal, wrong petal, wrong petal, foot! Move! Please!” I begin saying to my foot. But still, no response. I think to myself, 200 yards, the car is coming quicker since I have my foot on the gas pedal. My foot moves, onto the brake. “Yes! Yes! Finally.” 100 yards. “It is too late, I can’t move into the other la-.” Everything begins to appear in slow motion. The glass shattering, the car impact, everything. My entire body is thrown forward, but yet something holds me back, my seatbelt. The airbag shoots out, the glass shards being thrusted into my face. “The car it’s-” I am cut off in my thoughts. I hear more glass shattering. One loud break, and then another. “What the-” I try to turn my head. A sheering pain

My first time at the lake I can remember it like it was yesterday. It had a teardrop-silver color to it, and from where I was standing I couldn’t see anything but miles and miles of water. As if it never ended. I could feel the wind as it blew my new hair do, and caressed my cheekbones. The air smelled of fresh water and the sand was soft between my toes. The scene was magnificent, and the only sound was birds chirping from afar. I think back to the smell of the fresh cut grass and the way the sun was shining bright in the clear blue sky. I remember running to the water bending down to take a sip, it was beautiful I just knew it had to taste as good as it looked. Most of all I can remember it being relaxing and beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to get started on our first weekend at the lake with my family.

I am 5. I am sitting on our loveseat with my mix-matched Chuck Taylor’s propped up on my moms lap as she ties them. My dad comes out of our bedroom (I only say our because I am still too scared to sleep in my own.) He kisses all 6 of us on the head, saving the best for last of course, my mother. She has sleepy eyes and they are the most beautiful shade of brown. The kind where you can hardly see the pupils. It is time to go to school. My first day ever. This is the earliest memory I can recall from our tiny yellow house on the hill. The place I grew up. The first place I called home. I remember sitting in kindergarten crying for the normalcy I once knew. Whining for the chipped paint and the white fence that wrapped around the porch. I was, by definition, homesick. It eventually got so bad that my teacher called my mother to come pick me up, at least I got what I wanted. I thought she was going to be thrilled to see me, I figured that if I missed her this much then surely she had to be missing me too. My teacher walks me to the office where she is waiting and her once sleepy eyes are now frustrated. I wrap my arms around her waist and she softens, but only for a moment. We ride home in silence and when we reach the driveway she makes sure I know this can’t be an everyday thing. I have to go to school, even though it smells that glue and floor wax. I get inside and throw my body on the couch, relieved. I can finally breathe again. The couch had never been this soft before, I

My last few days of high school are fast approaching and the feeling is starting to become so surreal and I can only imagine how I will be feeling when I walk out of the gates for the last time. Throughout the last 5 years of high school, I have felt an urgency to graduate high school, but I didn’t know that the time to graduate would come so fast. Now, that the time is finally nearing, I can’t believe that it has come so quickly. I remember my first days of high school. I was so excited to experience all the new and exciting things that awaited me beyond the school gates.

“I’ll be right there!” I said as I packed my belongings into my backpack. This is my third year in high school, and next year is my last, so I have to make these days count. As I walked towards the school entrance, leaves were blown into the air by the wind and the smell of oak wood trees filled my lungs. There were students everywhere enlightened to get to class; the sound of autumn leaves crackling when students stepped on them made a very satisfying sound to new. I could still taste the flavour of my peanut butter sandwich that I had this morning for breakfast; It was quite cold out, so I had my hands inside my pocket, gasping for warmness. “Hey Yama! I’m here, let's head to class now.” I said.

Summer was great with the hot and steamy days, where you felt you could be surrounded by water for hours, but school was a week away. My first day of middle school was very close. That year I wanted to break out of my shell a little bit and meet new people, although I was always more of an introvert. I had gone to the school, I would see for a couple of years and had received my schedule. I now knew who my teachers were going to be, relieved, but worried I would be alone. The morning of my first day of school was fresh with a nice soft breeze. When I entered the gate I saw my friends dressed in their new clothes and quickly walked to them. We asked each other what our classes were, and fortunately, a couple of us had classes together. One

It 's funny what it 's you remember as a child. I don 't remember my third birthday or my first day of school, I don’t remember running around the playground or what my favorite food was. But I remember very clearly the day my cat died. It 's been 10 years since, and still the most memorable memory of my childhood.

As an infant on my mother’s hips lying against her shoulder at the airport, it never crossed my mind that things in my life were certainly never going to be the same in the year to come. My very first time at the airport was with my mom when I was eleven days old. I was more than likely kicking, wailing, and sobbing, trying to do anything I could to get her attention because I was a terrible baby. After finally getting me settled down, we were able to saunter right up to my grandma’s gate to meet her. It was the very first time she met me. She was so excited to see me because I was the first girl to be born in our immediate family (my mom, my dad, my older brother, and I). The next time I was in an airport was after I got off a plane to

On a scorching hot summer day my life changed immensely. The day was August 13, 2013 and specifically the first day of my freshman year of high school. Thrilled to learn home economics (my next class), I slammed the organized locker shut, and ran down two flights of stairs onto the ground level where my class took place. I turned the corner and stopped; seeing as students lined up grabbing papers off of a shelf. For a certain reason, I turned my head and, consequently, began staring. While grabbing the papers, I could not prevent myself from gawking at the utmost, stunning object I had ever seen.