My Last Day In My Life

The driver’s side was flat down on the road, while the passenger side was in the air. The truck had pieces that shattered off of it, as if it was all made of glass. My mom ran over to make sure my brothers were alive and could talk. My mom was yelling at my brothers to see if they were okay, and she got a response. They were okay, but David tried to open the passenger door, but it was stuck. I was screaming in fear, while my sister was holding me back from running to the truck. As I was screaming, worrying that they weren’t okay, a fire broke out underneath the truck. My dad yelled, “The trucks on fire!” My mom started to try and kick in the wind shield, while my dad took off his shirt and started to try and put the fire out. This made me frantic even more, causing me to fight against my sister, telling her to let me go. As Anna was holding me back, she contacted my sister a block away, telling her that my brothers got in a back accident. My brother Andrew decided that they had no choice but to try and do something. Do to the injury he got on his left arm, he had to try and get his seat belt off, and push past David to stand up. He stood up, and used all his force a managed to slam the passenger door open. Andrew helped get David out, and then he climbed out. As they turned back and saw the fire still on the truck, a few choice words were expressed, cuss word, cuss word, cuss

My family sold me for MONEY! Let me just say they "borrow" a lot of money from this guy who turns out to be in the mafia and to pay them back the "debt" I am now packing my bags. I hear a knock at my door as it opens up to my mother. Her eyes are red from the crying. I bet the guilt is lying on her shoulders right now." I'm so sorry we had to sell you." she said as she sits on my bed." We are so far into debt we didn't know what to do anymore." she continued." It’s okay it’s like a vacation only I’ll be gone forever." I replied back." We are really sorry it’s just that, we really need the money to pay back the debt." My mom said sobbing a little." But selling me is your main plan." I replied forcibly." What else could we do; we try everything

It was the first Sunday of December morning when my father asked me to take some boxes to the basement, I had never been down there, as a kid I always thought it was scary, but know as a 19-year-old guy, how could I say no. I went downstairs with a couple of boxes, but could not find any place to put them. The area was a mess, so I decided that I would organize every box that was there. While I was organizing, I notice this one box hidden in the back, so, I decided to open it. Inside the box, there was a newspaper and a couple of burnt pictures. Therefore, I decided to read the article, I could not understand much, it was an 18 years old newspaper, but it talked about a burning house with two twin babies, It said that one had been saved with no harm while the other one was rescued later on with severe burn mark. It was a miracle that other baby had survived, they called him miracle Carlos, and his brother Richard. I stood there for a second before my brain processed

There were six fire trucks in my driveway from all different townships. We ended up having to park down the street in my neighbors yard. My dogs were at Kevin’s house for the time being. I noticed my parents were already outside, so I went up to them. The flames were mostly gone by the time I had showed up and they were trying to get things cooled down and cleaned up from all the sludge that had become of it. My grandparents got out to see how everything was going, and then hours later, when the firefighters had declared it safe enough, my family and I went into the house we had all spent ten years of our life in. The house I walked into was one I did not recognize. Everything was out of place and soaking wet from all the water they had to use to put out the fire. Even the items that weren’t burnt were still damaged from either the smoke or all the water. Luckily, my door had been closed to my room, which had saved some things. Unluckily, most of my personal possessions were ruined. My clothes, my journals I had kept up with, and most of the things I held dear to me were gone in a

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

My brother, my mom, his friend, and I was going to a Vacation for the weekend, driving to San Diego. We've admire and took picture of the sun setting the ocean with the rippling flow and could hear the noise of the ocean fresh breezes, when we got the hotel we was all tired, but we had to get registered a room to go to sleep in. The next day my mom , my brother, and his friend went somewhere without me, selling puppy's to two people. When I waked up and notice that they was gone, I called my mom and said," Mom where are you guys, and long has it been since you guys left," she said, " three hours, and selling the puppy's right now, but it will take a while when come back, so get ready to go get something to eat, ok," ok," I said. when I was

One of the fire department members was standing outside of the front door saying that something was wrong, that there was a fire. My brother grabbed his phone and called my dad. I threw on my fire pants and gloves and went inside. It hadn't quite crossed my mind what had happened yet so when I saw that the floor was pitch black, I thought it had gotten painted and no one had mentioned it. It was so dark and foggy inside that I went for the light switch. They didn’t work, but then I noticed something else. The cobwebs near it were covered in soot. That’s when I realized how much trouble we were in.

Before my mom sent me and my dad off to find help, she was on the phone with the roadside assistance which seemed like forever. All of a sudden we then realized the gas station wasn’t that far down the road, at least that is what we thought. We started to walk to the gas station, our foots sinking in the mud, the cold mud rises to our ankles. We immediately turn around knowing that this wasn’t the right decision. The gas station was longer than we thought, it was not even visible. Trudging back to the car we come to find my mom on speakerphone with the phone ringing. It goes straight to

Was I ever going to see my family ever again? Bill said, “This metal must have been put in this building when it was built.” Apparently, this building was brand new. Another new person came down the elevator and wanted to know if we figured anything out but before he could finish his sentence his head exploded. I just sat there in disbelief. I could not believe that this was happening to me. At this moment I knew that I was not going home that night. We waited a little bit before we walked over the new guy. We didn't want anything to explode. Once we decided it was okay we walked over to him and there was a blue tag on the outside of his head. As soon as we looked at the blue tag a voice came over the speaker and said: “One down who’s next.” I was practically dying inside and I just sat there on the ground crying. While I was crying I remembered that I should not cry because that shows signs of weak. I am not weak. So I got up and took the stairs up to the floor I work on because I was not going to take the chances of dying on an elevator. I told everyone we need to get to the top of the building and try to get the heck out of here. I climbed up these old, nasty, cobwebbed filled stairs. When I opened the latch to get up to the roof I could see the sun setting down out by the horizon. I walked out to see if anyone was on the ground below us but I didn't see a single soul. I could only

We were to go to the home of Katelyn Smith, her mom being Emma Smith, the richest, sorry wealthiest, woman in all of New York. We rented a less than perfect apartment with low ceilings,so low that we could touch the top with our Heads and floors that squeaked like the sound of a mouse. The walls were covered in stains, the stains of, umm- off topic. Pistachio and I got on our way to the home of Katelyn. As soon as we got there we saw lights on the inside and there were people in every window. We assumed it was a party of some sort so we just went in the house. They had a beautiful house, basically the opposite of the apartment it was beautiful. We looked for her, we had seen pictures of her, so we knew what she looked like. As soon as I saw her I ran towards her (While nobody was watching of course) and dragged her out while resisting the pain of of her clenched jaw on my hand that was covering her mouth. As I hopped into the red rundown rented Ford Fiesta, and we drove to our, death pit of a home. Now, I know what you're thinking, why don't we just get job, yada yada yada, well, let's just say we are ‘disabled’ that is why we CAN'T have a job. As soon as we got hom- let's call it the tragedy we learned that Katelyn was a brat, not just any brat, an abusive brat. She kicked poor Pistachio in the abdomen and smacked him on the

I could not walk near the window. That was a rule, because they were afraid that I would fall out of the window. On one of these walks, mom started by saying “You probably want to know the fire about the fire, right?” I pushed the oxygen tank ahead of me which was my way of saying yes without speaking. Mom understood and started telling the story: how the fire started, where exactly it started, the normal stuff. I had been wondering why dad had not visited me, and now I know. Dad was dead. He died while saving me. He threw me out of our burning house. But just as it happened a burning section of the wall caved in on him so he had do escape. No more building projects, jokes at the dinner table, or Dad at football games. The firefighters found his body, resting against me in his office. He knew that he needed oxygen, but he let me live by not taking the oxygen and giving it to me. I felt the sting. I killed my

When Dad came home, he and Mom argued. Dad asked mom to ask her mother for money to help develop the ‘cyanide-leaching process’ he was working on to separate gold from rock.Mom said how her mother had told her that we could live with her if we needed help and that made dad mad. Their argument continued the next day and dad said that mom could find work because she had a teaching degree,mom told dad that she was an artist. Dad had mom hanging out of the window dangling with my holding on to dad so she wouldn’t fall. Mom accused dad of trying to murder her but dad responded with him saying he saved mom from

They took my books out of my hand and threw my backpack to the ground. They then preceded to push me to the ground and relentlessly call me names while the others kicked me nonstop. They called me a faggot, they called me a perdedor, they wouldn't stop their bullying. I have just described to you a day in my shoes at Don Bosco High School. I'm writing this because I want people to know what has happened to me, and what my life has been like. I don't want my story to be forgotten as I find myself in my final days of life here on earth. Currently I am in Santo Domingo, in La Inca's house. I have come here because I am in love with a woman named Ybon. It might be confusing to you why I would be writing this for that reason, allow me to explain. Ybon has a boyfriend named the captain. He's a cop here in Santo Domingo, and he wants to kill me. Here in the DR, nobody is supposed to mess with cops, and cops are allowed to mess with nearly everyone. I have declared my love for Ybon and have come to Santo Domingo so that I can bring here back to the United States. I am not blind though, and I recognize that these could be my final days. Why would someone put their life on the line just for one person who has failed to reciprocate, you may ask. The answer is that I have never had a girlfriend, I have never had sex, no girl has ever loved me. And we Cabrals fall in love hard and easily, as my mother always says. But there has been much more to my life than just losing out on women,

Throughout my life, there were many days that were significant; however there is only one day that stands from the rest. The most important day of my life is the day I graduated high school. Graduating high school was an emotional day because I felt prepared to exit one stage of my life and optimistic for the next step in my life.

#1 Today is the day where I leave my father, where I leave the curse that has been destined to me. I knew that my 15th birthday would be the perfect day to run away, to change my fate. I only packed the essentials. I didn’t want to look too suspicious. Before I left, I grabbed the phone off my father’s desk. I know that the phone will probably be shut off in a few days. I still take it anyway. I looked at my watch. It was past midnight. My 15th birthday had arrived without fault. The boy called crow told me happy birthday, I thought back to when he told me that I have to be the toughest 15 year old in the world. I fell asleep telling this to myself over and over again. When I finally woke up we were somewhere unrecognizable. I sat in the rest stop and drank a free cup of hot tea. A funny looking girl came and sat next to me. She was talkative, I still don’t know if I liked that or not. She asked many questions and told me she has a younger brother that she hasn’t seen in a long time. I wonder if that could be me. She doesn’t resemble the girl in the photo much but then again we were young back then. I tuned back in when she asked to sit by me on the bus for the rest of the ride. When we got back on the bus we get a few dirty looks, after all we were testing our time limit.The girl fell asleep on my shoulder, I looked at her for a long time. Could she be my sister?