My Life-Away From Home : Away From Home

"You can't keep holding on to stuff like this, James." Natasha sighed, slipping a delicate hand through her hair. "It's not healthy."

I don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.

You never actually said your name out loud to anyone, and I'm not entirely sure how I managed to find it out in the first place. I'm sure it was through the whisper chains you hear every so often in this cafe. You have a soft voice you know, it's barely audible when you say things, it's not quite what I'd call gruff or gritty, it just has this sort of toughness. It's as though you've steadily built up a defence mechanism in your voice so people don't ask you things you'd rather not answer.

The swish of the basket marks another point for my team. We cheer, and I go to high five Lauren who's closest to me.

Daniel's bemused expression said more than words. His eyes swept across the room, and his brows furrowed slightly. The dark gray walls were painted bright yellow. Baby animal decals replaced the Amsterdam posters.

When she passed by him minutes later, he stepped out from behind the lockers, his fingers forcefully latching onto her wrists. She yelped as she was pulled into the restroom alongside him, a hand quickly pressed to her lips, muffling her cries.

Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.

Renees heart was going to pound out of her chest that night. Her hands were clammy and beads of sweat were rolling down her face as she held her new bulky phone to her moist ear. She knew that she needed to tell her parents that her new business degree, that they had just paid for, was no longer what she wanted to do. She had found a new interesting in the medical field but knew her parents would be furious if she told them that every penny they had just spent was just a waste. The phone felt like it was ringing for a million years with the familiar buzzing noise, but at last she heard her mother's sweet voice in the other line. Not knowing how to address the situation renee tried to avoid the conversation for as long as possible. Her voice

It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i

“He is doing the laundry, so we will have clean towels. I don’t think he knows how to turn the washing machine on let alone wash a load of clothes. He kept telling me to stay up here and let him do his thing, so I did. You might want to check on him.”

It starts out the same as always. The black blobs on a white sheet of paper. A lady plasters a smile on her face, holding up the card for my view.

As Glenn sipped on the champagne he had grabbed to help wash down the handful of uppers he had just taken, he quietly mingled with everyone in the hall, doing his best not to bring attention to himself. Everything was going good too… that was until he spotted Mr. Bojangles slinking his little furry way through the room. “Son of a bitch,” Glenn whispered to himself in utter disbelief. “I’d recognize that wretched fur ball anywhere.” And, Glenn should have recognized the cat; he had stared all day, every day at the stupid feline’s pictures splattered all over Peggy’s desk for the past dozen or so years.

The other amount of time was spent outdoors doing work as well, but the other work was not hard either. I loved ground spraying with a four-wheeler for musk thistles and picking up rocks to create a bridge into the creek. These times enabled opportunities to listen to music and sing along, however loudly and off key I had wanted. I also loved watering the garden, due to it gave time to myself and enjoy the beauty of nature. Other kids did not understand how this was fun, but I didn’t care. I enjoyed it and that’s what was important. I also loved spending quality time with family. When it was dark, the entire family would be inside watching a movie. It didn’t matter if we had seen the movie a week before, because we were together. We’d eat popcorn and occasionally have pop if it was left in the kitchen. These were the fun years with every all at the same school and all ride home together even though it took forever before we’d arrived

The sun penetrates the green leaves, leaving blotches on the wall behind my head. In my front porch oasis, I struggle to balance my plate of food on my lap and shield my eyes from the sun simultaneously. The sun is bright and the rest of my family are wearing their glasses. Mom and Lila sit on the swing in the corner and rest their plates on the arm rests. Lila swings the seat, moving her feet to the rhythm of the Grateful Dead.

We wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, we wish you a merry Christmas, and a happy New Year…Hymns of the song, the tinkling sound of the bells, the sweet aroma of the marshmallows floating on the brewed hot chocolate, and the maple wood scented candlelight burning slightly as it’s twitching from side to side creating a warm atmosphere. However, among this delightful setting stands a girl with medium length black hair in front of the class as she stands still in awe, speculating about the unfamiliar environment. Before her eyes, the people attracted her attention. She was standing before these people she’s never been around before, and there are people she’s only seen in movies, particularly Home Alone, Shaolin Soccer, and Miss Congeniality.