My Worst New Years In My Life

Amelia is laying in her bed crying. My mom and I sit on her bed next to her. My mom starts

Imagine, if you will, a brisk night wind coming fast across a lake carrying a pungent smell, something you can’t quite identify, but is nonetheless familiar enough to send a shiver up your spine. As it hits the trees, they creak out a somber call in the still night air. Or was that groan something more…human? You notice, for the first time, the absence of tires humming on pavement and you wonder if it’s that late, or maybe just a slow night. The soft tapping of your shoes on the sidewalk is the only accompaniment your slow breathing has as you move towards the warmth of your home, holding thoughts of a warm bed in the palm of your hand to keep the chill away. You don’t notice at first, perhaps because the reality of what you’re hearing is

In fact, I was exhausted up to the point that my vision was blurred and my head spun. I tilted my head forward, trying to focus on my lesson but I felt too dazed to continue. Frustrated, I buried my head into my arms, which felt dry from my eczema. I smelled of fresh detergent, as well as the lavender scent of my bed. My breath gave off the scent of potato chips, which I had polished off. Moreover, I sounded low and hoarse. Whenever I spoke, my monotone voice would eventually find its way out of my sore throat like an exhausted bear crawling out of its den. My constant movements were alert and attentive, and both my mind and my body remained restless. The beads of sweat that dribbled down my forehead tasted salty, almost as if I had just taken a dip in the ocean.

An empty rocking chair sat on a front porch. Tattered sheets hung in the windows. A windmill slowly turned. Hinges on a chicken coop door whined in the breeze while the door smacked the frame. Everywhere the eye looked there was dust, no green grass, no fields of wheat just dirt and dust as far as one could see. Inside the house the dust crept through the cracks, got on the furniture, dishes, in food, and on the beds. Even the very act of breathing was difficult as the dust violated the nose and lungs. It irritated the eyes and ears with no relief. There was no escaping the dust, the wind—it was a constant state of dirt.

The tulips were the same as I remembered a long time ago; a dark purple like the night sky, and I used to enjoy looking at them, but over time I got tired of it. The air stings my nose, but this isn’t an uncommon thing, I never was much of an outdoor person anyways. I look at my house and notice the bricks that he laid up halfway the wall, and the columns he was so proud of making all those years ago. I look at all this and it makes me sad in a way, for all the good times I’ve had in the past; I know those days will never come back. The wind picks up getting stronger, meanwhile the grass plays gently with the blades moving back and forth along with the trees as if it was a symphony of some

“It’s nothing, Mother! There’s nothing there… Please sit down…” He pained me even more than did his mother’s cries.

I sit at the polished wooden table covered with endless papers, some of them mine, others not. The dining room is hazy, only the laptop and essay are clear to me. For the most part, I write in dead silence; occasionally, the heater and my mother’s footsteps disturb this peace. My phone buzzes sporadically, text messages and sports alerts light up the screen a few feet away from me. “I should really turn that off,” I think to myself, “This only serves as a distraction.” The dust in the room causes me to sneeze, breaking my concentration here and there. Besides the dust, the air in the room smells like

When I regained consciousness, I tried to open my eyes to check my surroundings. However, being so long in darkness, I could hardly see anything. By the stench and the "beep... beep... beep..." sound around me, I knew where I was. A while later, my eyes got used to the bright light and could see much more clearly. The first thing I saw was a doctor looking into my eyes very closely. When I moaned at him, he backed up and smiled. " You will be fine. Just a little painful; doesn't bother too much," he said. Then he turned to my mother, and they chatted for a while. Before he left the room, he turned to me again, "Rest some more." He smiled again and closed the door. His smile was so warm, but not as warm as my mother's. My mother walked up to me, and she pulled a chair and sat down. I was too afraid to look into her eyes; she would be so disappointed because I crashed the brand new car. It seemed like my head weighted 20 kilograms, and I could not pull it up. I

With careful examination, it proved that there was a multitude of problems building on each other worsening the condition exponentially. After comprehensively examining the problem, the doctor spoke in a soothing, hopeful voice. He explained every single detail about what was occurring in her body and why she acquired the dilemma she is in now. More important than the diagnosis was the look in her eyes. Her dead, beaten eyes became alive. Her posture, at first looking down, cold and defeated, altered just the slightest as her chin rose a few inches. Her door was on the verge to slam shut and every trace of light along with it, but, the doctor was able to conjure a flame and bring the light back to the darkest room. Although the treatments at every specialized doctor proved futile, this doctor was able to return hope to her. It was more than just a diagnosis; he had saved her

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

“ MARIAM! YOUR ROOM! NOW! Baba yells. This time, I listen. I drop down on my bed. I know I am crying, but I am to numb to feel the tears

Sunlight leaked from the small hole in the wall. Unlike the ridiculously good weather, ear piercing- screaming, devastated crying and wicked laughter caused goosebumps on Soon-Young’s arms. She lazily rubbed her eyes. Her whole body felt sore- her muscles ached painfully each time she attempted to stand up. Soon-Young blinked her eyes. She wished that she was experiencing a vivid hallucination after what she saw. She realized she wasn’t in home.

"It was horrible and there is no way I'm going back tomorrow!" I exclaimed to my mother. I felt that I had done every possible thing wrong and was greatly embarrassed by it. I explained to her all of my mixed emotions and recounted everything that had gone on. As I talked, I realized

I believe New Year is all about forget my flashbulb memories from the life and begins new life because everything I did last year I did not want them to happen this year. In my opinion, New Year is best time to make resolution because I do not look at my past, I only care about my future. It is helpful to make new mindset begin of the year because it help me to stay on track and help me to achieve my goal. New Year symbolizes fresh start for everything. My New Year resolutions is I want to appreciate my second semester of my senior years. The previous year is extremely difficult year of my life and I was stresses out because lot of things going on in my life at the same time. The junior year is the most important year of every student’s life because college mostly cares about the student grade from the junior year. I have the hardest schedule because I was taking three AP classes and other honors classes and it was extremely difficult to maintain high GPA plus complete the homework on time. Additionally, I also worry about SAT exam and I have to prepare for the exam. I did not have enough time to prepared myself for the SAT because most of the time I have to spend with my homework. When I was done with my junior I feel relieve and I thought that my senior year will be the easiest, however I was wrong because I still have to take three college courses and AP courses and at the same time I have to worried about applying to college and I have to write lot essay. Finally, I am

This is the story of my worst birthday ever. Lots of my friends came and everything started getting crazy because of how many friends I had to introduce to each other. But the good part was that everyone got along easily and there was no real chaos. I started getting even more excited when it was an hour until pool part of the party started even though one hour was a long time away. So far it was being celebrated in the clubhouse and underneath it was the gym. Luckily, no one was in the gym so we started playing in there and eating chips, pizza, juice, water, or soda in there. There were also some boys (bleh) that my mom just had to invite, so me and my friends kicked them out and started playing down there while the boys whined and were crybabies(okay the cry baby part is not true, but they definitely did whine). One of my friends who couldn’t come came to just drop of my present. She stayed for about ten minutes and then left speaking in a language that was all greek to me. Well technically it was Russian even though she was Korean.