My First Day

It was fourth-grade during the second trimester, and as normal, I was doing well at school. Life was going on at the same speed, I was fine. School had just started up again after Christmas break, and everyone was tired, including me. I would always get up a little late, sending me rushing around the house to get ready for school. Luckily for me though, I always got ready in time, always had my things ready. Until one day, I didn’t.

After getting the horrible 5 A.M morning breath brushed away, I went on to eat. In all my previous years of school, id wake up to a warm breakfast already done and waiting at the table. But this year there was a change. It was devastating. I walk out of my bathroom to find and empty, dark, lonely kitchen. My mother was nowhere to be found. I guess she wasn’t dealing with this year of school either. It was not even an hour after my first day of waking up before school and I felt like it was already ruined. I grabbed a pop tart and hurried out the house.

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.

The crisp of the autumn air bit me as I fought against it. Shivering, the hairs on my neck stand up as I am exposed to the cold air. Starting a new college in a country where I'd never visited in my entire life would be partially difficult. I would have to mind what I say. It didn't help that I would constantly be bombarded by questions in my first semester.

I hadn’t felt my dad’s warm, comforting hugs all summer and I was ready to plunge into his arms. My father was picking me up from my grandfather’s house. There was a woman in the car. She had long, curly hair, pretty eyes, and freckles. The first time we met, I felt her cold glare from the car window, tracing my every step as I hurried to my car. I plopped into my booster seat and rode back to North Hills, CA, where a shiny, new house awaited me. Mesmerized by the tall shrubs and the vibrant, freshly-trimmed grass, I walked up the driveway and took my first step into my new home. The lady (whom my dad introduced as his friend) showed me to my room, where a younger version of her was sitting on the bed. The little girl’s name was Carmen. She was about three years old and four years younger than me. I was more than ecstatic to make her my new sister. The woman introduced into my life, Courtney Harris, became the wife of my father. They were blissfully married in the winter time of 2008. I accepted her to my step-mother and was beaming from ear to ear that I would get a new mom.

Oh, no! That just isn’t right. I’m Laurie and I am going to tell you what really happened the year I went to kindergarten. As I was headed out the door with my new blue jeans with a belt my aunt got me as a present for my birthday this was unusual because I usually wear corduroy overalls with bibs. Anyways as the older girl next door she was distracting me from my mom because she wanted to know what day it was. As i passed the corner I realized I forgot to stop and wave good-bye to me. As we were few steps from the crossing guard to go onto campus, I see the clouds darkening and air . I left the girl walk with her friends I quickly try to run as fast as I can too not be late for my first day of school, but I heard a noise in the corner where I was suppose to turn and then I found myself in an alleyway between a Home Depot and Stater Bros. I looked at the sewer lid then boom! Lighting hit the the stop sign nearby seeing it burn up. As I looked back at the lid It was open with the lid on the side of the road. Then I felt a slight touch on my shoulder. I turn back and see me. He said “ You are my ticket to the good life”

It was the inception of my freshman year at Monta Vista High School. On the first day, I had a multitude of emotions, from feelings of elation to anxiety. After the exciting seven-hour first day had concluded, I stood near the pick-up area, waiting anxiously to tell my mother how the day had gone. She was on her way from picking up my sister, who had finished her first day of seventh grade at Lawson Middle School. Being a workaholic, my father had absolutely no time for doing even the most minute tasks such as picking me up, unless he was really required to. After waiting on a bench aimlessly for nearly a half-an-hour, I hopped into the car almost instantaneously, for I feared that I would have been torched by the sun’s UV rays if I had waited for another next five minutes like an already burnt fish stick frying on the sidewalk.

I asked myself as my hand started to shake and my eyes began to water. I slowly sat down on the floor as I grabbed my mother's bloody hand. It felt as if my heart stopped and my brain froze. I knew at this point I needed help a lot of it, I had just nearly killed my own mother. Living with three different diseases was hard but not getting the help wasn't so to this day I ask myself why didn't I get help?

I don’t remember much about when I was a kid. One memory slips through the fog and caresses my mind with the comforting aura that was once my childhood. It was my first day at Mrs. Joyce’s Daycare, little did I know that this place would forever hold a special place in my heart and in my mind. On the way there, from my house in Terra Alta, it was about a 5-minute ride which was just long enough to think about all the things that my little mind could think about. Namely how I was going to get along with the other kids and whether I would make any friends.

The day had finally come when the Shaker Music Group would perform for the very first time, and nothing could have prepared me for Marjorie Doyle Rockwell Center.

While he sat on his old wooden chair, I watched the man who held me from birth slowly deteriorate before my own eyes. We sat in the veranda, played dominoes, and talked for hours, as we both enjoyed doing. Smiling from ear to ear, I rejoiced over my victory. After congratulating me, he looked at me and said, “God made you special and don’t ever let anyone make you feel otherwise. Remember to appreciate every aspect about yourself. You are a blessed child”. What seemed as a random comment would soon be of great importance to me for the rest of my life.

Cowardice, fear, terror, it was hard to control these words but I tried. Doesn't everyone put on a mask outside and pretended to be someone they're not. Then they come back home and finally take it off and all their frustration comes out like when air comes out of a balloon. It's almost a relief. But in the back of my mind I was always afraid if that mask would peel off or crack, what would they think of me then? But as a kid in elementary school that thought would be out shined by other thoughts like how would you make friends? Would your teachers be nice? What if everyone isn't nice to me? This was what my first day of school was like and I didn't even realize I was wearing a mask. My first friend was Laura but the funny thing was she was my only friend, although I wasn't sure if I was her only friend. It was so much fun hanging out with her and she wasn't like the other girls in my class who only talked about hair and makeup. We would always be with each other. At lunch, in class--luckily we had the same classes--, almost anywhere. Laura didn't know much about me though like things outside of my favorite movie, book, and color. It seemed like I wouldn't allow myself to tell her. But I talked about everything else, completely avoiding that subject. But Laura told me everything about herself. She told me that she had lived in Strawberry Court for all her life and that it was a beautiful place. She insisted I visit and told me about the pretty flowers in the gardens. From

It was the first day of school and I just was so excited about who was going into be in my class I was also nervous. That what I was thinking. I went upstairs and got dressed and brushed my hair and my teeth.

“I tried waking him up, he said that he didn’t feel like coming.” Said my dad with a hint of disappointment as he closed the refrigerator.

My day had started out seemingly normal. I hadn’t known when I awoke that this would be the day that would mark my life for years to come. The day had begun like any other. I gathered my things and went to school. All of my morning classes passed by rather quickly. I didn’t have much work to do, as it was a Friday. The bell rang, signaling the end of fourth period, and I grew irritated knowing that I was on my way to the class I hated most, Language Arts.