My First Love - Original Writing

Most of the time when you think about heartbreak, you think about a boy and a girl who were madly in love and then one day something tragic happens, and they have a catastrophic breakup. My first heartbreak was nowhere near that. My first heartbreak was a feeling that makes the pit of your stomach feel like it just fell through your body and sends a cold chill into the center of your soul. Although heartbreaks can evoke pain and suffering for a while, sometimes everything does work out for you, and it will all be worth it.

When you stare at the stars for too long your vision will blur, and if you don 't blink the stars will disappear and you will be left with the empty night sky. I can 't count how many nights I spent lying in my driveway staring at the stars. My best friend and I had made a habit of staying out too late laughing and crying until there was no light left. When I remember these times I always remember Abby 's shoes. She and I used to prop our feet up against the bricks of my house and just talk about whatever came to mind. Her red converse next to my bare feet. Although, we fed off each other in a way because whenever one of us was upset or angry the other was sure to follow. We had not been apart much during our lives. When I was 5 she moved

As a child I remembered my dog cookie, living far from any neighbors, cookie was my best friend. On every adventure she was right by my side. A pets love is a special thing to a child, most of my best memories involve her. I still remember picking her out from the pound, the worker referred to her as “the mutt”. To me that said it all, mutt sounded cool and really tough. So of course to really prove how tough she was, she was named after a dessert treat. I can recall all the times we swam in the bayou, snuck out of chores to play, and shared snacks in the yard. I also remember the day that cookie was tired, and hurting and how we had to go say our goodbyes to her so she can feel better. After ten years passed I can still remember almost

BOOM! The doors busted, open gunshots fired. A grenade went off, echoing through the room. Grenade shrapnel flew everywhere. The next thing I knew, I felt a sharp pain in my chest. I looked down and saw that blood was oozing out of the fresh wound. Suddenly, things started to get blurry, the room was spinning, and then everything went black. My life was flashing through my mind, I was sure that I was going to die. My mind was going all over the place, then it stopped. It stopped where it all began.

“You can go now April,” called out Dad. I put down my basket and went in the direction of the backdoor of the little old house my parents and I lived in.

I gently crept out of my bedroom and tiptoed past my parents’, to make sure they were asleep. Satisfied with hearing two sets of snoring, I scuttled backwards and shut my door quietly. My heart was already racing. I could hear my pulse pounding in my head. Quietly as possible, I pulled my jeans and boots on and slid my window open. That alone probably took two whole minutes. The window was squeaky unless you slid it up just right.

I pull the covers back and slowly get in bed. I lean my head back onto the pillow as my head sinks in. Safely tucked away in my bed, I start to think about the stress I have from unfinished homework and upcoming tests. My legs are burning and my body aching from running up and down the court. I 'm exhausted from the long day at school and a rough day at practice; i 'm ready to fall asleep. As I close my eyes everything seems to disappear and I slowly drift asleep.

Tricia swung the door open amid this cliffhanger and I begged for more information. As it happened, Tricia had moved our friends to the other side of the bar to leave the two of us alone, while still maintaining a clear view of our the drama unfolding between myself and Mr. Wonderful. Love was in the air and it was hijacking my soul.

never came to terms where we’d like to live in. We’ve lived from the smallest of towns to big city places and all around Texas but I’ve never complained because i love to move around and meet new souls as my dad said. Originally living in Houston, i got used to the city never sleeping but once the moving began i changed my mind quickly. From all the places i’ve had the pleasure of living in, there is one thing i have learned from my travels as we’ve finally stopped in a city like town, nothing beats living in the country.

“Mohammed your sister is not going to leave easy. We raised her to be under our wing not out on her own. You’re brave Mohammed you need to get Bana on that plane and keep her going so that she can live a long happy life even though we are not in that life. Will you do that for me?” My father said to me. Me and my father were never close with him working and all, but this was the first time I actually felt like we knew each other.

My mother always told me that in the end, everything loses importance. All the things we’ve worked for, spent our time on, the things we desire the most lose the light that inspired us at the beginning. I believe it to be different or at least hope for it to be different. I want that light to be there forever because I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked for. I’ve built this world in my mind; a vision of what I want my life to be like and who I want to live it with. In that world, he stands, and everything revolves around him. He is the embodiment of that world. It has been built in his honor because he is what I aspire to be.

I woke up in a queen sized bed next to my four year old brother, completely lost as to where we were. I looked around as i saw walls, half wood, half dry wall. There were clothes covering the floor, along with many other receipts, plastic wrappers and many other pieces of garbage. The was a dark oak dresser, on top sat an old 15” tv playing Ice Age. I was a little scared and confused but i was overall distracted to the film playing on the old scratched up screen. My brother, james, was in a deep sleep, drenched in his own sweat, so i decided i would try and explore. I slowly, trying not to sink into the many piles of clothes and garbage, found my way to the door. As i opened the door i was greeted by an already familiar voice, it was my

I wake up thinking I am in our old house in the countryside. The sun streams through the window across the rolling hills, and a calm wind blows on my face. Soon the day will begin . . . another long day of weaving cloth.

One summer morning around about nine AM I was sound asleep, however until I smelled an unfamiliar odor and not sure what it was I paid it no mind. Before I could get up and wash my face my mother pushed my room door open yelling INDYA GET UP THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE!! I jumped up. Our house isn’t but so big, so when I ran out my room, I saw the flames coming out of the kitchen. My first thought was my little brother; his room is straight through the kitchen. My mom then said my brother was not in his room. It was my little cousin; I could barely breathe so I ran outside. Forgetting my phone in the house I quickly go in the house, grab my phone run out of the house. Now let me tell you about this life changing experience.

I’m about 13 years old, married to a 35 year old man, and pregnant with the son of God while I’m still a virgin. Yes, my life’s going great. I was a Jewish girl getting ready to marry a well-established carpenter, then a man came to me in my house and told me I was pregnant. I was shocked, because I’m only 13 and was still a virgin. Well, it happened. I conceived when the angel told me I would, went into labor on the way to Bethlehem, and gave birth in a stable because the innkeeper didn’t have any room.