My Last Day In Life

I went to school, except this time with a funny feeling, knowing this was the last time I would ever see any of them. All my friends and other family, I wouldn’t be seeing for a long time. Then the day came. We all woke up early that morning. My mom helped me and my brothers pack our bags and get ready for the flight. As a family we made our way to the airport with a drive that felt like it took a million years. Finally, we reached the airports and I was ready to collapse in a seat and go right to sleep.

I walked outside the next morning feeling great. The bright vibrant sun shone on the freshly mowed grass. I loaded into my sister's car and we went off to school. The day passed extremely rapid,

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

The next morning, my parents finished packing for the “weekend” and then we drove up to the Twin Cities. We got off the interstate in Lakeville, where my aunt and uncle live, and started heading toward their house. But we didn’t get very far. Not long after we got off the interstate, my mom said to my dad, “Should we tell them?” and my dad said sure and pulled into a gas station. My mom then opened up our doors and then told us the news. “We aren’t actually going to J and Lindsey’s. We’re going to Disney World!” What? I thought. I thought we were going to J and Lindsey’s! I wanted to see them, I was really excited for this trip up to see them. But, but… you said… After she told us, I started bawling, and I said multiple times, “I don’t wanna go to Disney World, I wanna go to J and Lindsey’s!” “But we’re going to Disney World!” my parents said. “Aren’t you excited to go to Disney World?” They thought that surprising us had been an epic fail, and were a little upset and disappointed that this was the reaction that occurred. The crying lasted for about ten minutes or so, as that was what I did as a small child when anything went wrong, and then once the shock wore off my brother and I were very excited. So we drove on to the airport. It turned out that J and Lindsey were actually going to take us to the airport, but they ended up having to go out of town, and so our parents decided they would just surprise us and take us to the airport themselves.

My spring brek went wonderfull because I went to visit my cusins and the rest of my family in mexico for the first time in years since wen I was in fift grade. In mexico I played around with my cosins and family and went to the plaza of the town. The plaine ride was a little bumpy at liftoff and my parents had my earphones so I was stuck doing nothing in silence for 5 hours. After landing my legs fell assleep so I was screwed when I was geting off the plane onto the airport. When we made it to the entrance of the airport or exit we were sorounded by basically a lot of other people trying to pick up their family members . When my unckle picked us up and we made it to my granmas house, I started playing almost immediately with my cosins and had

I couldn't believe we were actually leaving Florida. My heart sank when I got into the car. "Why do we have to leave?" I asked my mom as I started to cry. My brother had helped us pack, and he walked up to the car and gave me a hug and said goodbye. Saying goodbye back was probably the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Earlier today a few of my friends dropped by to say goodbye. I love my friends in Florida i didn't want t leave them at all! But, The hardest part of today was leaving all of my family. I don't now what I'm going to do without knowing that they were not going to be a few minutes away anymore. They would be 16 hours away!

This is my very last day at Lakefront high school before I move to Mountain View High and I could not be regretting it more. My dad got a new job in Missouri and we have to move there. The thought just rushed to my brain, I have to leave my very best friend behind that I’ve known since pre-school. Right as I walked into the school, I gave her the biggest hug I have ever given someone. It made mine and her face turn red as I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed her to the point she couldn’t breath. I finally let go of her and we both sighed a sigh of relief. Then suddenly I started too burst out crying the ugliest cry I could. This was the last time I am going to see her in a long time and I don’t know what I would do without her. We talk

Today I woke up with a smile on my face and a tingly feeling in my belly; the reason for my joy was the name-plate hanging outside my door that read Dr. Agrima Agrawal, Assistant Professor, IISc Bangalore. My first day as a professor in this prestigious institute, giving me the opportunity to mould life, imbibe knowledge and make a difference; a difference which would matter.

On April 26, 2006, it was time to say goodbye. I remember the bus ride to the airport was quiet; there were a lot of things going through my minds. Especially the fact of having to leave my mom behind was heartbreaking, but as I sat on the plane, I kept telling myself it was to better my future. Finally we arrive in Miami seeing my dad for the first time was weird but exciting too. It was weird because I haven’t seen him in fifteen years and now me coming to live with him. In other words, it was like coming to Miami for the first and living with a

Yesterday, my travels began. I said goodbye to all my friends, finished packing my bags, and drove to SFO. I ate dinner at the Virgin lounge and then my mom walked me through security to my gate. As we went down the escalator, I realized that this was it. I had talked about this day for over a year; I anticipated what it would feel like to say good bye to my parents and not see them again for many weeks. I wasn't nervous because I knew everything would be fine, but it was still sad to say goodbye. My mom hugged me one last time before I finally embarked on my adventure.

The sun kept stepping a step higher onto the ladder. The only thing on my mind was school because as a 2nd grader, school was thought every minute you were not there. Actually, my incoming little brother was the last thing on my mind. Every hour, there was a new guest taking up space in the room, and this is when I took advantage of everyone being in the same room as me. This place just began to fill with anxious family members, which I wasn’t sure why they were anxious; I mean I wanted the time to last as long as possible. I started to become a social little butterfly in the act of trying to get everyone to favorite me. The time just kept getting closer and closer, that means my only child years were about to get cut. It was time that my mom got taken back to prepare for the birth of my little brother. I was stuck with my grandma,grandpa, great grandma, another grandpa, great grandpa, aunt, uncle, all of my cousins, and my feelings. I was sitting in the waiting room chair, with a stern face and I was silent for most of the

The trip I never wanted to happen then never wanted to end is over. I shut my eyes and in that moment all I could do was cry but that didn't change anything, I believed it helped though. Heading back home one less person then we came with, the car felt bigger now, but our family felt smaller. No one was really talking, no one had anything to say. By this point Connie and I are both on our phones watching Netflix and my mom is reading, I couldn't tell you what they were thinking but I was just trying to distract myself. All of a sudden we slow down and pull into a gas station parking lot, we have a flat tire...great. Waiting and waiting. Having to take all of our stuff out of the back so we can get a spare tire and then having to wait around some more. It's on! We are on the road again! We drive home slower now because we are driving on a bubble but all I want is to go home now. After we drop off Connie we are that much closer to being home….I want to change now that the front of my shirt is now gross from crying so much. We pull into the neighborhood. I see our house. We are home! It's the end of what is still too this day the worst trip i've ever been

I remember it like it was yesterday. I was sitting in class, doing some boring schoolwork, when suddenly

I sat in the airport boarding area hyperventilating. My father looked over at me from his seat, more annoyed than concerned. He knew that I didn't want to travel, yet he made it clear that I, being 14 years old, had no choice in the matter. We were going to visit my grandparents in Puerto Rico. They hadn't seen me in years and had been asking for a visit for some time. I was told it would be a time to reconnect with my dad's side of the family, enjoy the country air and the beaches. Oh, and there was this one other thing. I wasn't supposed to let anyone know that my mother had died a year and a half ago. You see, my father hadn't found the right way to tell them that their ex-daughter in law had succumbed to cancer after a two year battle

After that it was time to practice our presentation that we would give when our parents got there. When we got done it was about noon so we ordered some pizza and watched another movie and drank some pop. After we were finished we did some arts and crafts and then our parents started arriving so we had to get our sashes, put them on and start the presentation. The presentation was good, besides every other kid looking at the person in front of them to see what move would come next. Our parents clapped and then the camp was over we grabbed our stuff and we headed home. When I got in the car my dad turned around and told me something that I never would’ve expected he told me that my great grandma had passed away and I just started crying. I cried the whole way home. At first I thought they were just kidding, but they weren’t. They told me that she had passed away early in the morning and suddenly something hit me that still to this day reminds me of my great grandma. This means no more talking to her the whenever I go to my grandparents house, no more 2 vanilla wafers for all of my hard work, and no more big hugs. I can remember feeling like a part of me has just crumbled into pieces, and it will never be put back together. I still miss my great grandma and I wish I could see her 1 more time. I wish I could tell her I loved her 1 more time. I wish I could help her clean her room 1 more time. But right then as I was sitting in that car