My Life - Original Writing

I chose to watch the movie Zootopia by Disney Animation. Although it is a children’s movie there are many stereotypes hidden throughout the film. The star of the movie is Judy Hops, a small rabbit who dreams of being a police officer. Her parents tell her it is practically impossible for her to be a police officer because no one of their background has done it before. Because she is labeled as “prey” she is not seen as police officer material. All the other law enforcement officers in the movie are bears, lions, rhinos, tigers, and other predators. They are meant to be intimidating and fit the “cops are tough” stereotypes.

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.

However, even though most police departments have the majority of the officers as good, there exist those few with bad character and intentions. Apart from officers, police departments

That morning I woke up to the beautiful Florida sunshine shining down through my curtains. A bunch of friends, family, and I had stayed in a condo in Panama City that week. It was a week filled with smiles and laughter. Yet not knowing that those smiles would simply turn to frowns later on and the laughter to tears.

Inside our police framework in America, there are crevices and provisos that offer breathing space to police authorities who either misuse the power given to them or don 't speak to the moral models that they are required to satisfy. Due to the way of police work, there is a potential for weakening of these moral and good models through aberrance,

As we know, Robin Hood is one of the most known legends. People like Robin Hood

The fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition are especially exasperated in a child’s mind, most notably when the cool crisp winds of fall signal the summer’s end approaching. The lazy routine I had adopted over several months spent frolicking in the cool blue chlorine soaked waters of my family’s bungalow colony pool gave way to changes far beyond the weather and textbooks. As the surrounding foliage changed in anticipation of colder months, so did my family. My mother’s stomach grew larger as she approached the final days of her pregnancy and in the closing hours of my eight’ summer my mother gently awoke me from the uncomfortable sleep of a long car ride to inform of a wonderful surprise. No longer would we be returning

I had burst into tears and began yelling and screaming and sobbing. “MOMMY! WHERE IS MY MOMMY? WAAA!” Then I had remembered that I didn’t know exactly where Dad was, too. “DADDY! MOMMY!”

If I am going to tell the story of my life I might as well start at the beginning, the very beginning, my parents. My mom is Monica Ann Hill. She is a quarter Italian and a quarter German. She was born to Cathleen Trosen and Gary Trosen on August 29th, 1973 in Covina, California. Her parents were divorced when she was a teenager and her mom later remarried to Boud Jackson. My Grandpa Bob. My mom was baptised a member of the LDS Church at the age 16 and went to college at BYU, Brigham Young University, where she met my dad. My dad is Paul Clement Hill. He is a quarter Scottish, a quarter Welsh, and a quarter English. He was born to Audrey Hill and Donald Hill on August 29th, 1973 in Bangkok, Thailand. He was born there because his dad was an international banker. He later moved to many other places ending in Connecticut, USA. He was baptised a member of the church at the age 8. He also went to college at BYU, and after meeting my mom served an LDS mission in California. After his mission they married in the Salt Lake, UT temple.

“Nico! Nico!” my mom, Lutex, shouted while aggressively shaking me, “Wake up our ride is here.” I looked at the clock and stared at it for a long time, it read: 4:30 am. I moaned in despair and remembered that we were flying to our cousin’s house today. I still thought it was unfair that my sisters and I had to go to our cousin’s while our parents went to Las Vegas. I got my mind off of it and raced to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I got out and my sisters were waiting behind the door. I crept out and heard a honk. This was not the honk you’d hear from a duck, but a car. I got dressed into sweats and a shirt, fixed my shoelaces and stepped outside. Surprisingly, my parents and sisters were already situated with our suitcases.

Most nights, I would quickly and effortlessly fall asleep after a good meal and shower, but for some reason I found it very difficult to sleep this night. I tossed and turned part of the night and at other times lying there staring at the ceilings. Although I was sleepless, I was aware that I wanted a change in my life. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, I just knew that a change in scenery and lifestyle would be great for me now.

I snuggled into something soft yet hard. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust the brightness that was coming from the window. I rubbed my eyes. I looked around to see me in our room, on the bed.

It felt like one of those horror films, when you 're all alone and you feel like a killer is gonna pop out of nowhere. Then, you see them, those people, the ones that make you feel nervous, but can change your life. The steps get closer and closer and you don’t want to do anything but run-run far away! Run away from everything in the way. You feel like your body is sinking in quicksand, and it’s too late. They are here, and life will never be the same.

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.

“This is the end” she sobbed as her bottom lip twitched. After two years and ten months, she no longer wants me in her life. It should have been a rainy night as we stood in the middle of a dark alleyway on the way back to her parents’ house. I stare at her like my soul was just taken out of my body and take a deep, quivering breath. I turned cold, like my heart stopped pumping warm blood around my veins and instead thrust ice-cold toxic water as it burns my insides.