Never Forgotten Forever Changed. Essay

It was on a frigid, dark autumn night that I entered this wonderful world. November 13, 2000, the date, almost November 14th. My siblings had no idea that my name would be Clayton Wayne Griep, and that minutes before midnight on that night I was their brand new brother. A few days later I would leave that hospital in Zeeland, Michigan and be welcomed to my new house, at 4096 Marion St. in Hudsonville, Michigan. Two of my siblings were more than excited to see me, but one didn’t have any idea what was going on. Cam, who was not even a year old, unbeknownst to him, had a new roommate. Jordan, who was in the 2nd grade at the time, was eager to meet me, his eyes constantly locked on me. Jalen, using her newly found vocabulary, probably babbling

It was a typical normal day during sophomore year as I and Kevin were normally having a conversation in the hallways of Neuqua Valley High School during a five minute passing period after class. After walking from the d-wing to the b-wing we just happened to look down at the ground and for a moment we were shocked of what we had found and couldn’t believe our eyes there were three one hundred dollar bills just lying there for the taking so I picked it up and looked at it and we took it for our taking because who wouldn’t like to find three hundred dollars I looked at kevin and said “ We need to get to class, but let’s meet up after school and split the money”. I held on to the money for the time being or at least after class. We met after class

It was a cloudy day, a mild 78 degrees and Lezley McSpadden was taking a drag of her cigarette outside of the local grocery store where she was employed. She was midway through her shift when a friend of hers called and said that someone had been shot by Canfield Green Apartments. Maybe it’s only a mother’s instinct to recoil in fear, but in that moment Lezley could think only of her son Michael. Michael had recently graduated three months before and she wasn’t sure of his

So this is where my story takes off. It was just a normal fall day in November of 2011. I woke up ate cereal and said bye to my dad not knowing I would never see him again. I rode my bike to school with Zack. He wasn’t just any friend, he was my best friend we hung out every day we did everything together. Back to what I was saying it was just a regular day going to school at the end of the day my principle called my teacher and said that I was too come to the

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

Within seconds I had a decision to make. My heart was pounding, my conscious started to kick in, should I act or should I blend in? Everyone was laughing, it just didn’t feel right. It was like any other day at Tippin Elementary School, roaming the halls I stopped by this boy named Tommy. From a glance, he seemed timid, shy, and a bit nerdy but he was the kindest person you’d ever meet. On the opposite side of hallway walked the jocks or so-called “cool kids.” No one dared to speak up against them, it was as they were wanting everyone to fear them. All of a sudden the toughest of the group slowly walked up to where we were sitting, opened up his water bottle, and poured it all over Tommy. He slurred racist and inappropriate comments, kids all around me began to burst out into laughter.

It was a sunny Monday morning before school, except we didn't smell the usual bacon or sausage. So we went down stairs and checked the clock. It was 12:30 P.M. Mom kept us home from school. We asked why, and she said “We are going somewhere that will change your lives.” My brother and I ran upstairs to get our stuff. Most people have suitcases that have their initials,but my brother and I are both A.C., so we have our names. Mine, Atticus Ceallach and his, Albion Ceallach. We both grabbed our suitcases, and packed whatever we could fit (which isn't a lot). As we were packing I saw a picture of me and my friend Brooklyn at summer camp. That was the next summer of my life. I thought about how much I would miss her, and a tear rolled down my cheek. I slipped the small

I still remember the strange looks on my classmates’ faces when I entered the classroom on an early October morning. It was as if they were expecting some sort of a reaction from me, but I was not quite sure what exactly they wanted me to react to. First few periods passed without anyone saying anything. During the Big Break, however, (after 3 period we usually had 20 minutes to grab some food and relax) as I was walking to the school cafeteria a classmate of mine, one of my best friends, approached me. He asked if I knew what happened with my cousin’s family, but I did not. He then told me that last week one of the famous mobsters in our city had extorted my uncle to sign his house to him and then kicked him out on the street with his two daughters and a wife, just before the beginning of winter. I was devastated. I knew nothing about it. Why did not my parents inform me about this? But probably the worst thing was that I realized that I was in the same class with that same mobster’s son. Of course, a reaction was expected, but how could I judge a kid for his father’s deeds. N. had done nothing wrong. On the contrary he was the most down-to-earth kid in the entire class. But what about my cousins, what about my family honor and the fact that it was completely disgraced by this kid’s father? How could I stand there and just do nothing? I tried to remain calm, but I was torn apart on the

Out of nowhere someone came behind me and squeezed me and picked me up. It was my brother. Me and my brother have a really great bond. He isn't like every older mean brother. He watches out for me and i love him so much. He’s like a best friend but even better. BUB! I hugged him. He let me down and hugged my mother. “Where is your father” asked mom. John looked at her and his face went pale.”He didn’t make it” he said.

The day started off slow. Me and my homies Spooky and Aloud was chilling in class when my boy Zay called and said he was about to rumble a hood called Pack. Off the rip I could see how our Spring Break was going to start off. We were in an alternative school though, while Zay went to the high school. Me and my homies left early and got picked up by Zay`s older brother Splizz. From there we went to Splizz`s crib to get the bat. Then off to the high school we went. When u get kicked out of the high school, you’re no longer allowed back on school property. This didn’t stop us from pulling up in

It wasn’t anything special. The carpet Mrs. Dela made started ripping, and no one cared. The flowers outside were dying. Mom and dad rarely spoke, and they never kissed. My brother stopped taking me to the park because “It’s not cool to hang out with your kid sister”. Curly stayed over a lot more than he used to. He said his mom was working. She was working the bench at the bar. The whole neighborhood knew, but I didn’t tell him that. Benny spoke less than he originally did. Conspicuous bruises started appearing along his arms. Curly and I asked what happened and he would say he ran into a door. He lied through his teeth. Things didn’t seem to be able to get any worse.

Brandon Smith was taking Sydney Wooten to school on a rainy day. He was driving down the interstate then his vehicle hydroplaned. The vehicle flipped into a ditch. Sydney was going in and out of consciousness while Brandon was breaking the vehicle’s driver’s seat window, and he pulled Sydney out of the flooding vehicle. They waited for the emergency vehicles to arrive and take them to the hospital. The accident has greatly impacted Sydney’s life.

It was a breezy, warm, peaceful day. The sun was setting, and the sky was painted an array of pink, orange and yellow. the clouds stretched long across the sky, and the pale glow of the moon was beginning to show. While my little bro Aj and I were biking around the neighborhood, our mom yelled out “CHASITY! AJ! Come inside now!” “Dinner time hah Aj?” I asked. “Hopefully, I’m hungry!” he replied while biking full speed towards home. When we got there, turns out dinner was still cooking, so me and Aj just sat on the couch in the living room with our parents. “Aj, Chasity, your dad and I have something to tell you.” mom said. Then dad replied with a stern look “Your mother and I, have decided to move to California…” “We are going to start packing soon… And we’re leaving around August 18.” I had a mini heart attack, “WHAT?! YOU NEVER TOLD US! I had plans with my friends already for the upcoming school year...” I thought to myself sadly. Shocked by the news, I just said “Ok.” and walked to the hallway to pet my fluffy dog Rexx for comfort. While petting him, I felt a lump under his fur on his hind leg. I thought nothing of it, and kept on petting him.

It’s October of your fifth grade year, at the end of the day. You’ve gotten back into the swing of things, your teacher is awesome, and you’re at the top of the elementary school food chain. You’re about to walk outside. The weather is beautiful; the trees are still mostly green with a few ambitious leaves already changing color. The sky is blue and the sun is shining in the way it only does during fall. You’re going to remember how it felt to walk across the parking lot on that day for a long time. You’re happy, like you normally are when you leave school, and you get in the car. That’s when Mom tells you your little brother has cancer.

The end of school came eventually, and I abandoned dreams of the sixth grade. Luckily, I was transferring to another elementary school, but this offered me little consolation. Only dummies have to repeat a grade.