My Worst Day

I go to the kitchen to eat breakfast, and to my surprise, there was no more of my favorite cereal, HONEY NUT CHEERIOS!!!!! But wait, I’m not done yet that wasn’t even the worst thing….. Yet. The milk was all gone and we had to buy more, which we did…… after we left the house to go to the vacation. CURSE MY BAD LUCK!!! We had to eat the oatmeal or bread that was left in the fridge. I wasn’t very happy but it was alright, unless that’s what I thought. I think it was my first year in Fountain Woods (4th Grade year) and I kind of liked it. Go to my classroom to give my teacher a present. As I’m on my way to her classroom, I fall down the stairs and I was near the top. I go back upstairs to her classroom, give a little speech, and give the whole class a hug, at the same time. You think that there is no problem, there actually was a problem. When I was home, I may have drowned myself with cologne, which had a really nice scent, so it may have been really hard to get out the classroom.I’m walking downstairs but trip over the stairs and fall all the way down the stair. I get to the car we were driving to go to Canada, it was burning so much that I felt that I was melting in the car. So I decided to fall to asleep. We arrive at our location at midnight and I was still tired. I think I may have slept until 1 P.M . So thinking back at that day, I knew that today was a start of something amazing. Then I later fall on a car because I was daydreaming. I knew something bad was going

What a horrible horrible day it was. It all started the first day of 6th grade here at Memorial Middle School. My mom walked in with me to get my schedule because we didn’t go to open house. I went up to my protime and it was in the art room with Mrs. Teerink. My mom sat down at a table with me and I was really scared and embarrassed. Then, to make it even worse, I started bawling my eyes out. While a lot of people walked in, and by a lot of people it was like 20, but it felt like it was a million.

I remember the day that critically shaped the person I am today,it started when I was in TH grade. I thought going to school was easy,but it wasn't as the adults think it was, because once I step into that middle school building, I felt the nervous,anxiety rush in my veins. I felt like I was in some kind of place that could eat me out alive, it's like that " first day of school" kind of feeling. My mother who was with me did not expect a thing, she thinks I was alright, but I wasn't. I walked into the main office asking for my schedule and then the lady in the front desk nods her head and ask me for my name. I told her my name and she printed out the schedule and gave it to me. I hugged my mother and walked to my first class. I reached to

It was the first day of school for 6th grade and I was so nervous, I was scared of my first day in middle school. My brother was acting like it was not a big dill, but it was for me, my brother would not even listen to me and when he did he said things like, shut up you little brat, or move along retard. Then I went to my mom instead and she told me things like, it will be all right, nothing to worry about, your brother will watch you he is only in 8th grade. I was calming down but I was still very nervous because I

When I had just finished middle school, I was so excited to start High School. I had made a lot of friends, and couldn't wait to start a new chapter in our lives. The summer of 2012 was amazing, I had done a lot, and band camp was at the end of the summer, that is what I am looking forward to the most. Not to mention all of my friends are in band, and I enjoy band ever since I joined in 6th grade. A week before band camp, I went out and getting all of my snacks, and checking off the list item by item, well I was not my mother was. As the days went by it was two nights before I was going to head up to Jacksons Mill in Weston, West Virginia when my life changed forever.

I wanted to take that boat out and go tubing for the first time in my life. I was so excited that I even offered to blow up the tube by myself with nothing but my lungs, not knowing we had an air pump. Finally, after what felt like hours of begging like the annoying twelve year old I was, my dad said it was time to go. My sisters and I got our life jackets and wet shirts on, while my baby brother and step mom got on the boat, and my dad sat in the driver’s seat. My sisters and I were on the back on the tube, trying to find the best way to position our arms so we didn’t fall off. My dad turned the key to the boat and suddenly, my excitement turned to sheer panic. What happens if I fall off? What if my sisters fall off? What if there was a lake monster or a really big fish in the water? From that moment on, I was determined to stay on, so I held on to the handles for dear

The days of my life, in 6th grade, in school , I have no friends. Most of my friends don’t remember. Then one early Friday morning, I was happy, because I get to go on the weekends and relax, but I had to go through the bad stuff. When the supervisors open the doors, I got ran over by the kids. Then, kids at breakfast kept on taking my food to play basketball by throwing the food in the trash cans. Then my teacher for ELA and Social Studies move me to a new seat.

I went to school like it was any other day. I remember my mother being very scared about me going to school that day. My mom keep saying she was thinking about checking me out from school early. I went on to school at Southmoore high school where I was a sophomore at the time. I was 16 years old. School was very normal that day not much talk about the tornado the day before. It was a very stressful week in school. It was the last week before summer and we were in the middle of finals. I was setting in my 5th hour English class and my mom texted me she said "Amanda do you think I should come get you from school? The news is saying there's going to be a tornado later". I said " No I think it will be fine." My mom had an appointment in south Oklahoma City to get her tattoo

It all started the summer before my freshman year of highschool. I was estacic about going back to school, which was not very usual for me. However, I was finally a highshcooler! This was a huge step in my life. I could finally go to homecoming, find out who my real friends were, and eventually learn how to drive. I considered myself one of the more "popular" people, which I found a huge deal if your a freshman in highschool. I had a ton of friends and played almost every sport there was. I honestly could not have been happier. At this time in my life I felt as if I was on top of the world, highschool was going to be a breeze and before I knew it I would be going to be at Michigan State University. That was until I found myself on the floor of my bedroom, curled up in a ball while the ocean poured out of my eyes the day before I was suppposed to start school. I had never felt such a horrid pain in my life. I could not breath, nobody was home, and my only thoughts at the time were that my last minutes were going to be on the fuzzy white rug in the middle of the cold

On the second day of school we got piled up on homework it took me 30 minutes to finish the math the science and the language arts homework. While riding my bike home from school a car on the road tried to stop at a red light and its brakes caught on fire making a huge cloud of toxic smoke. I finally got home and started on my homework when I was done me and my mom went to the hardware store and picked up some pvc pipe for my new project then we got dinner and watched a movie about the pirates of the caribbean. All and all my first few days of school were

I was going swimming with my family at the water park. I didn’t know how to swim at all but I was filled with excitement when we got there. There was this big swirly slide that just looked so fun, so I went up the stairs and lined up. I remember the lifeguard asking me “you can swim right” and me nodding “yes”. It was my time to go and I was hesitating to go, holding up the line. This red head behind suddenly pushed me and I was on my way down to the deep end. By the time I’ve made up my mind, it was too late. I was in the deep end. I panicked, which made me sink more and I was out of breath. I was about to pass out when lifeguard grabbed me and pulled me out of the water. That was how I experienced one of the scariest moments in my

The temperature was in the negatives. Outside was frigid, but I was excited for school because I was going to talk about the Colts game with my friends. The day was normal, and I remember glancing at the clock around one because I was ready for math to be over. It was not long before we were on the bus riding home. I remember getting off the bus to see a police car and three other cars parked in front of my house. My sister and I walked around to the back and let ourselves inside. The door to the rest of our house was shut and the three of us were told to stay in the living room. I remember walking on the back of my couch practicing my balance as I looked at the clock hanging above the wood stove. Two of our close family friends and neighbors were in the room with us, but my parents were not there. I asked what was going on and they told me that my mom had gone with my dad to the hospital. I dismissed the thought because my dad had been to the hospital the week before, and thought, Oh, he is probably there because he is having another one of his headaches or back pain. We waited in the living room for an hour before they drove us down the road to one of my former babysitters, who we called, Grandma Jenny. I remember she had the TV on Final Jeopardy, but I was not interested. Instead, I sat on the floor in front of the couch and played with puzzle pieces. One of my neighbors pulled out his guitar and began to play songs that we liked. Later, my mom arrived, and I remember asking her if Dad was okay. She had just watched her husband of sixteen years kill himself. She looked at me with shock and sadness in her eyes and said, “I don’t know, honey.” Then there was a police officer knocking on the door. Looking downcast, he spoke quietly to my mom. She then came over to us and I heard her say three words, “Dad is dead.” I became overheated and all I saw were tears rolling down into my purple fuzzy sweater. I was wearing my favorite sweater and

I awoke with my head clouded with images of failure. My dad, beating me with a stick for not going out to get milk. My mother, hitting me across the head with her hand yelling at me for not making friends. My parents were very strict when it came to my studies, social life, and chores. They made sure I was taught right and how to impress girls for my 16th birthday, when I would choose a wife, but I had no business in doing so. I was 11 and my parents were already getting ready for my wedding.

Maddie Emma and I had arrived to Maddie's house excited but I felt a pit in my stomach but i just ignored it and ran to get changed. Walking towards the pool I felt this pitting feeling throughout my whole body as if my brain was screaming at me not to get in but like every other decision in my life I chose to ignore it and slid into the pool. Emma had jumped in and wanted to show Maddie how to do spinals because thats the first thing that a lifeguard thinks of when entering the pool. Coincidence or not I was the victim first with my face in the water holding my breath

I was telling myself to jump but my legs wouldn't move. Stuck there I knew I was terrified. The entire time I was telling myself I was brave enough to jump, but in reality my mind was buzzing with worries. I took a deep breath and wandered closer to the edge. As I looked over the cliff I saw the pounding water hit the pool. I took a step back and didn't think I could do it. I looked