My Life - Original Writing

“Dad?” I asked confusedly. The figure didn’t respond. It walked to the door and opened it.

We went down to the lobby and waited for them to show up. “There they are,” I said to Chelsea, pointing them out to her. Mom waved at us from across the room and Hannah ran up to us. Once we were all together we went into the restaurant to be seated. The restaurant was a big room that had brown tables with white cloths on them. The glassware was sparkly clean and the silverware was set perfectly. We ordered our food and drinks and talked for a couple hours before finishing. By that time it was about eight o’clock, and we went back up to the room. I was exhausted and fell right to sleep.

“You’re all squirmy. Everything good?” She asks quietly. He nods, and smiles at her over his shoulder before turning back to the front. Mrs. Jackson was glaring at them. Pete stares down at his lap, no longer able to focus on anything but his thoughts. He hated how weak he was. No one had made him feel this vulnerable, not even the summer he spent thinking he was in love with his childhood friend, Mikey. Pete’s eyes dart to the clock above the whiteboard. ‘Only four more minutes left.’ He breathes a mental sigh of relief.

Packing his briefcase with some of the folders of paper he heard the familiar whirring. The paper smoothly came out and a smile graced his face. “Hey Santiago go home already, I promised your brother I go easy” Turning to see a woman with a smile and a bottle of soda. “Ok thanks Lacey” He said and closed the suitcase. “Don’t worry Gabe it’ll get better, tell everyone I said Hi” She whispered as he grabbed his jacket off the

I thought about the last time, the last time in sunny Phoenix. I knew there had to be a good part to this, with spending sometime with my dad. The more I thought about the more I had a good feeling about this. The school was...normal, for the least bit, but not a problem. The only hell about this is the weather. So gloomy, and rainy. Hardly any sun came out, it was rare there was a good day out there when you first woke up. Jessica nudged me and interrupted my thoughts," Come on Bells, lunch is over now." I replied with an edge to my voice,

“Thank you, sir.” my dad said calmly to the man handing us our food from the wide rectangle window. My dad places the bags on my lap and the warmth of the food sinks into my skin. I sat there staring out the window at the bright blue and cloudless sky, welcoming the heat, wondering why we drove all the way out here when there’s a McDonalds right next to our house. The man at the window gives us a quick nod as we drive off. The food smelt delightful and mouth watering. I could almost taste it even though I haven't even touched it. Everyone and everything was quiet as a mouse except for the quiet music we haven't turned up yet. Even Carter was silent, and that was very rare. Then when my dad turned onto the road, something grabbed my

After two hours had gone by, the gray sky had begun to turn black. My best friend Kelly looked at her phone, it was almost 9:30. We would have to hurry to get home by ten. Besides, houses were becoming further and further apart. We were out of the familiar subdivision. In fact, I wasn't exactly sure on how to get back home. We all had goosebumps on our arms because the wind had begun to pick up. I looked at my other two friends Elizabeth and Kristen, they were both shivering. I had to make a decision. Taking a shortcut through a small path in through the dark woods. Taking Eagle View road all the way back to my house would take at least 45 minutes, and my mom would not be happy.

Now, it was almost two thirty. We only had invited a couple people, and some neighbors. A sound of a car driving by pulled my mind back to reality. ‘’ Is that one of my friends?’’ I asked my dad. ‘’ Mm, no I've seen that car parked in the neighborhood before. ‘’ my dad replied. ‘’Oh. ‘’ I said, a little disappointed. ‘’ Don’t worry, there will be people here soon, it's almost time.” he said reassuringly.

“Sweetheart? Could you possibly not glare at Joanie like that?” My father asked cautiously in the middle of dinner. I hadn’t even noticed that I was doing it, it just became a habit after awhile. I looked down at my plate, still full with spaghetti crowding around my small portion of meatballs. Not that I was going to eat any of it. Usually, I would have finished it all by now, but that was before my mother’s spaghetti recipe had been contaminated by Joanie’s attempt to recreate it. Though it had been my father’s idea, I don’t know what he was thinking. Like an overcooked imposter of my favorite dish would immediately make me like Joanie. As if spaghetti would make me warm up to the idea of having her as my stepmother.

My friends cheerfully laugh as they start piling into Brett’s car. Today is my eighteenth birthday, and because now everyone in our friend group has hit this milestone, they decided that we should all go get tattoos. Brett wants and eagle on his arm, Jessica wants a butterfly on her back, and Ashley wants the word “Love” around her ankle. But as for me, I have absolutely no clue what I want.

It 's funny how fast things can disappear. They 're there one moment and then gone the next. That was life for me. Just as I got used to what my life had become, and was okay with it, it changed. In the time it took to open the front door of my apartment my current life disappeared. Sometimes I think it 's the best thing that ever happened to me, sometimes I think it 's the worst.

As a child, I always used to think that my parents were indestructible. In my eyes, there was absolutely nothing that could hurt them. Obviously, there is no logic behind this preposterous belief, yet I still felt that way for almost a decade of my life. Unfortunately, my idealistic views came to an end when I was nine years old. My father, who was always some sort of superhero in my life, was diagnosed with end stage renal failure in the summer of 2006. All of a sudden, my super hero didn’t seem so indestructible anymore.

I wake up thinking I am in our old house in the countryside. The sun streams through the window across the rolling hills, and a calm wind blows on my face. Soon the day will begin . . . another long day of weaving cloth.

I’m about 13 years old, married to a 35 year old man, and pregnant with the son of God while I’m still a virgin. Yes, my life’s going great. I was a Jewish girl getting ready to marry a well-established carpenter, then a man came to me in my house and told me I was pregnant. I was shocked, because I’m only 13 and was still a virgin. Well, it happened. I conceived when the angel told me I would, went into labor on the way to Bethlehem, and gave birth in a stable because the innkeeper didn’t have any room.

There were various places that I dreamt of visiting when I was a child. My whole life, I wanted to visit Spain because of it’s impressive architectural buildings, the culture, and history behind the whole country. Not to mention, the food in Spain is absolutely delightful. As I grew older, I became less fond of my desired destinations. I only cared to visit Spain because of its physical appearance other than to learn about the culture and history. I learned over the years to never “ judge a book by it 's cover.” To explain further, I have fancied numerous of places because they are portrayed as attractive in my eyes. Instead, I’ve decided to visit a place where I can learn more about its culture. Throughout