My Life - Original Writing

Growing up I lived in the small town of Duncan, Oklahoma; although, not nearly as small as the town I currently reside in. Throughout my adolescence, I attended Mark Twain Elementary School and as I was ending the third grade, my parents decided that we should move to Fox, Oklahoma to be closer to my grandparents. Moving would bring big changes my way such as a smaller school, living in the middle of nowhere, and new ways of entertainment. Living in the country has its pros and cons, but I can tell you the only thing I could think of the night we moved out there was the cons. Eventually, I had grown accustomed to the silence, lack of traffic, and having nothing to do. Looking back I feel that if we had not moved to the country then I would

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

When I was younger, my family and I lived in Wichita, Kansas.One of the best parts of living there was that relatives were nearby. We always had a place to go if we needed it. It was fun driving up to my nana and papa’s house every week. I remember how my sisters and I used to always play in the backyard and how I constanty feared the basement. Soon after my first 4 years of life began, my father was stationed to Texas in a little city called Wichita Falls, near the border of Oklahoma. It was very different living there.

It was a Sunday evening when my parents told us we were going on a trip. My younger brother Charlie and I were so excited since we 've never been out of the country before.

I have never been more scared in my entire life. I’ve seen it in movies but it’s never happened in real life. I can actually see it with my own eyes. We all saw it and we even have evidence.

I don’t like to talk about my past but I’m willing to make an exception for this in an attempt to move forward. I’m going to be completely honest with you. I’m comfortable talking about this now but when I was a lot younger I was attacked by a person holding a knife to my head. I froze unable to move. I was scared to death. I was unsure with what to do. That day I felt like I was hopeless. I was completely unable to do anything for what I feel lasted forever. I thought my life flashed before my life. When my body well, I’m not sure what happened but I kinda punched the person and ran away. The words haunt me to today “Hey kid want to see heaven.” Yea umm don’t grow up in Compton it’s a bad idea 0 outta 10 would never recommend. The one

This was the first time in my life I felt about walking away from a deal before I heard all of it. I was sure this deal was going to be too good to be true by the look on the man’s smug face, and that alone said loudly to turn this offer down. If it wasn’t for me knowing how the little fat gravity ball baring got his black eye, I would ask for an explanation to piss the man off. I’ve never liked the man, but my father had paid the man a small fortune to change his Fifth Level vitals to be acceptable for an Eight Level Matrimonial Listing. I may have been near the bottom of the list, but I did receive a few calls for blind dates. I never knew who my father had made a deal with, but whoever it was, they wanted several unasked favors

I sprinted. I sprinted until my lungs burned, and my legs just couldn’t move anymore. I began to quiver with exhaustion. I knew he was still back there. Somewhere, hiding with his knife. Watching. I’d barely escaped with my life, he knew it and I knew it. I knew he was still on to me. Waiting until the perfect moment for when I wasn’t quite paying enough attention. He’d catch me off guard. I peer around, looking for a quick escape route through the tall dark trees. Granted, I could hide, but I’m terrified that he’ll find me, and I’ll have no chance to run.

“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.

Many years ago, when I was still a child, my mother would bring me to the Henan province on New Year 's Eve. Every year, my mother would bring me door-to-door to visit my relatives to greet them and to give them gifts. I would always get excited that I would be able to visit my prosthetic legged uncle, “iron man”. One night I asked him, “Uncle, why do you have a metal leg, and how do I get a metal leg like yours?” My uncle turned his head away from me, and said, "I 'll tell you one day, maybe when you get older."

I finished rubbing my battered foot and then bent down, picking up the boulder. It was heavier than imagined it would be, but I had managed to lift it to my waist after struggling to break it free from the earth. As I heaved it ever higher, I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it, and I knew that the mud that clung to the bottom of the rock had smeared itself deep within the fabric of my dress as I battled to bring it up to my chest. The thought of what my once beautiful dress must have looked like now depressed me for a moment, but then I quickly dismissed the thought thinking, let’s just get this over with, so I can get the hell out of here.

So this is my life, some say my name should’ve changed but I think not. My mother as a little girl was named Djeserit and in turn I had gotten Isis. When I was born, life was different as my mother and father were Egyptians, so in turn, I was Egyptian but we were royals, so we were the rulers of Egypt. We could have anything we could imagine, it was nice and fantabulous.

Everything’s happening so rapidly, a month ago, my dad was fresh out of neck surgery, incredibly improved and feeling better than he had in at least a decade. Then suddenly one morning… Bam!

was thinking about the stuff I needed to bring from home when suddenly, a coughing sound caught my attention. Feeling contented, I threw a quick glance at my father. To my disappointment, he was still on his bed motionless with only his chest faintly moving up and down. The continuous wheezing noise that he was making clearly revealed his breathing difficulty. I felt dejected. It hurt me to see him in this much pain.

I should have stopped him, I knew he was too young, his body; too weak, his brain; not smart enough but I still let him go. His mother, Mrs. Robert’s had made the mistake to trust me with her only child, Cameron. I regret what happened to him, he was just an innocent five years old, full of energy and curiosity that I used against him. I wish I could take it all back but I can’t because that poor child is already dead. Only because I let the evil inside me run free and chained the conscience to the back of my brain. That one decision will haunt me for the rest of my life.