My Worst Day

This summer wasn’t a special summer for me as it was pretty much the same from past years. For about half the summer, I did what I usually do. Then, my owners took me on vacation with them. They go someplace every year and always take me along but I don’t know where they went as everything looks the same to me. In fact, I’m not 100% sure I even went on vacation. For all I know, they could have drove me around the block a couple times and brought me right back home.

My summer was different than my typical normal summers. I spent my time going from Yankton, South Dakota to Winner, South Dakota. My parents had a busy schedule this summer so they decided to send me with some family. Although my aunt wanted me to be there, she always sent me home after a week or two. It wasn’t enough time to really do anything.

After a long and exhausting school year, I was ready for a break. The studying, stressing, and pressure of the school year had finally come to an end. It was the summer of 2017. I felt it in my gut, that this summer was going to be one for the books. I was confident that these next few months would be packed full of only the best memories. I was so sure of this, solely because of the people around me. Over the past school year, I made some of the best friends. I had formed relationships and bonds with my friends like never before. All of us were so close-knit, I felt like nothing could separate us. The first two months of summer was a breeze. And the end summer was drawing near. Finally, it was time to go to summer camp. I was ecstatic. After traveling three hours to camp, we had finally arrived. I remember stepping off that van and taking it all in. The

This summer was full of surprises and things I never thought would happen to me. Last month I moved from Venezuela, the place I was born, it was really hard for me a new country, a new language, new school, and new persons, everything is so different from Venezuela that it was almost overwhelming. However I pulled

It rain cats and dogs two out of the four days we were there. The beach had double red flags half of one day, so we decided to go down to Destin to probably the most horrible water park I have ever been. As I laid in the floating tube, I contemplated all my life choices, and what I did to merit such an unpleasant trip. I could not come up with anything. We left the park shortly after that feeling downhearted. We piled into the car; then the radio announced something that could turn the trip around. This massive club in Panama had girls get in free before eleven and men can get in at reduced prices, and a Florida-based rapper was going to perform. I was ecstatic and googled reviews of the club and read it to everyone. My friends did not seem as excited as I was, and no one wanted to go. I anticipated my friends would not mind doing something that interested me, but I was mistaken. All I could think about was all the stuff I did that weekend that I did not want just to make everyone content. I could not believe people I consider friends would just blow off my idea. That was my last

It was the end of the school year. I was so excited for summer. Spending time with friends, going to the beach and just basically doing something everyday and outside my house. Only 3 more days until summer. Man, I can tell already summer will be the best of all summers. But that was only an imagination because my viscous parent lied to me. They told me that was going to Oregon for two weeks by myself and without them. Two weeks it thought to myself. It doesn 't seem that bad, honestly. I still have plenty of time to do what I want for summer. I have my friend 's birthday party. My church is having an event where we play a whole bunch of sports and I was ready to win. I was looking forward for the Fourth of July because I was going to shoot my very own fireworks up in the sky. Everything was going to be fantastic. But no. Oh, it was far from fantastic. I was forced to go to Oregon and I was lied to only stay for two weeks. I never had a chance for my opinion to matter because nobody cared about my opinion.

I won’t forget what happened first. It really didn’t seem real that we were moving until the sign went up in the yard. I spent plenty of time just sitting and staring at it wishing that it was only my imagination, but no matter how hard I tried to convince myself, I knew I was only being wistful and chasing after a wish that would never come true. “18 days. Our house sold in 18 days, quicker than expected” I muttered to myself. Everything seemed like a blur after that, with only twelve days left of summer I tried to make it my best. I tried to make myself enjoy it and to be happy about the move, but there was nothing to be glad about. When you leave the only life you’ve ever know it’s hard to act like everything is fine. With only one short month until we moved out and started a new journey, summer was coming to an end.

It’s mid-July and I am determined to experience something completely new and get out of my comfort zone one more time while I’m on vacation, and although up to this point I have gone out more that I should’ve and met new people that I would’ve never have talked to in my life, I’m glad I was able to do so. But that not the point of this story, let me get back on track.

This day has been the longest day. I have been looking forward to going out trick or treating with all of my friends for weeks and finally it is tonight. But could the clock go any slower, ticktock, ticktock. I really believe the clock is going as slow as a turtle. It is finally Thursday, the thirty-first of October, but I really don't believe it is ever going to be six o'clock in the evening. At least it is a nice night out and no rain in the forecast. You couldn't ask for a better night to go trick or treating than this magnificent 70 degree evening. I guess, I might as well get into my costume and be ready when all of my friends meet in front of my house.

I once heard a quote that T. Roosevelt said. It started with “Believe you can and you’re halfway there.” I have believed and my life has been already halfway there. On a cool spring day, on May 25, 2005 I was welcomed to the world. I was born an identical twin at 2:29 PM. I was born first. I was referred to as Baby A before I was born. I weighed 6lbs 12oz and 18 ¾ inches. I had to be in the nursery for 12 hours to get more oxygen. I was named after Jada Pinkett Smith. My mom decided on the name and my sister picked me to be named Jada. Many of our family and friends came to hold and see me. That was a day I will never forget.

The next day came around the corner and it happened to be a school day so I had to get ready. After I got dressed I went to my mom’s 2009 Chevy Suburban and went to school. 12 hours later I was home, My dad had to go on a business trip to Alabama and my mom had to run some

The worst day of life life happened when I found a detective waiting at my dorm room this Sunday.

Back on July 8th of 2009, it started out like any other day. Blue skies, the smell of freshly cut grass and the sweet sounds of birds chirping out in the distance filled the air. My daily routine during the summer was to eat lunch and run down the street to hang out with my best friend Ben and his family. I scarfed down my turkey sandwich and ran down to his house. We had a full day of plans ahead of us such as playing video games, manhunt, and a whole bunch of running

This past summer I was more happy and content with my life then I ever have been before. This was the last summer that I would be able to share with my best friends. I started the summer in a low, I had just broken up with my long-term boyfriend and I needed to be with my girlfriends. Instead of wallowing out the summer, they made it the best time of my life.

Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers’ license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.