Throwback to 2007, When I was 5, Life was good, And I was in kinder, I lived in
*disclaimer: bare with me... the next 5 chapters are crap because i wrote them over a year ago...chapter 19 will be the start of some great shit*
There isn’t much I do in the Summer. I go biking, swimming, and sleeping, for the most part during Summer time. All of this changed the Summer of 2009. I was sitting in the backseat by myself. My two brothers were in the next seats, then my parents. The heat this Summer was brutal. The heat was like being a gladiator in the Roman Colosseum that has no chance of winning. The only thing, besides the heat, that made this horrible was that I was going to a waterpark. This would be a gift for many kids, but it wasn’t for me. I had a terrible fear of waterparks. I’m not sure why it was just something I always had.
I turn my alarm off for the sixth time before I finally glance at the clock. It's 5:45 A.M. I overslept. I rush to shower, get dressed, and brush my teeth. Then expertly apply concealer in an effort to hide the bags under my eyes. There's not enough time left for me to eat breakfast or blow dry my hair so I grab a to-go shake -the same as yesterday- and throw my hair into a bun. It's 6:30 and I'm standing at the foot of my driveway using my phone as a flashlight since the moon can't light my path because it's hidden behind the clouds. Eventually the bus pulls up and I sit through the same tired silence as the week before.
“Seven” … “I’m looking forward to it.” He had just asked me to the dance and will be at my house at seven. I sat on my bed in awe, biting my nails, breathing heavily, and making up reasons why I can’t go and I couldn't think of one. The same girl who didn't have any friends was now going to the dance with someone. I looked at my knotty hair in the mirror and knew that it is going to be a problem. It was as knotty as a lion’s mane and I couldn't brush it through. I skidded to my mother's bathroom, snatched her black hair dye, and rubbed it into my hair with little position. Whilst my hair was getting ruined for the 10th time with hair dye, I looked through my sister's closet.”Creek” I opened the whimsical, wooden closet in my sisters bright
Awakened when AV said “Everybody ready?” to the jv group chat, I knew that I wasn’t prepared for what the day had in store me. As we walked into the jv locker room after what was a short drive in Stratford, Texas, we knew that coach had high expectations.
Jaden was our He starts his wind-up. Loads and releases. Right in the wheelhouse. I have a moment where I'm in the zone and everything except for me is slow, giving me more than enough time to react. As it approaches home plate, about 3 feet left, I start my swinging feeling the movement, inch by inch. 3, 2, 1, CRACK!
Somehow, I’ve carved out a pretty nice life for myself. Like my wife Maria, she has never needed to work a day in her life, but she still manages to be the superhero that makes all the other soccer moms weep in envy. And our princess, Bella, did I tell you she is only a few days away from earning her master’s? She has grown into quite the young woman. On the other hand, Jack Junior seems to struggling in his math class. He’s only seven, so I think his teachers are overreacting. And besides, I was the same way and I managed to land a family of four with two cars in the garage of our two story townhouse (all ours, by the way). And as for me, I pride myself on being a man of routine. On Thursdays, I bowl for a charity bowling league. Fridays,
My Personal History On September 21, 2008, my dad and I were heading to soccer. As we were driving, we ran across a stray dog. It was a Black Labrador. She was SO cute! We decided to let it into our car and we took her home to help her. We gave her food and water and for a week or two, we looked for her owner… we couldn’t find the owner. We didn’t know what to do with her so we decided to keep her. She was the best dog ever! She was so sweet, nice, and fun!
In life, one may face many defining moments that can shape them in a variety of shapes and forms. Whether they are good or bad, they result in a significant change for a person. In my life, two defining moments that I have faced include being labelled gifted and placed in a gifted education program, and moving towards high school.
I had a pretty good weekend you could say depending on the things i did this weekend. To start my weekend off I spent half the day at my house play Xbox One and watching TV. Then things got a little more exciting when my family decide us to
On June, 7th of 2013 my daughter, Ayva Maria Gantt, was born prematurely. Ayva arrived three months early at 26 weeks gestation. I was originally scheduled to deliver Ayva on September 13th of 2013 at Civista hospital in La Plata, Maryland. Little did I know I would get to meet my daughter Ayva much sooner than expected. Ayva was born in Baltimore, Maryland at University of Maryland Medical Center so that she could get the care a premature born baby would need.
There are defining moments in every person’s life. These moments are characterized by their negative connotations and it is the way in which we choose to respond to these unfortunate situations that define who we will become. One such moment was when my biological father called me worthless. Hovering around the ages of either nine or ten, this was a very emotionally damaging experience for me. Neither my brother nor myself have ever been close to my father and that alone is harmful to a child because although a stereotypical belief, we seek affection from the mother and advice and direction from the father. Lack of time spent with your father is damaging enough, but even more so when those few interactions you do have are destructive to your self-perception. This was a defining moment for me
I woke up on a cold, torn up mattress. I try to stand up, struggling since I was tied to the wall behind me. My head was throbbing and my wrists and ankles burned from the rope. That 's when I heard you walking down the stairs. My heart was pounding out of my chest. You then slowly unlocked the cage. For the first time I couldn’t save myself. You leaned over me, you stunk of stale cigarettes and booze. I knew I could survive the things you would do to me, I just didn’t know if I could ever get out.
It was the first day of school, all I could think about were the new people I would meet and how I’d get to the top of the popularity board. I got on the bus and realized so many new faces, some were young and others were… still young but more mature. I found my good friend Jaden that was with me all throughout elementary. For the first couple of days, things were pretty chill. After the first month I was starting to lose control of my ship, I slowly but surely sailed away from the destination. By January my grades were plummeting, and I was in an awkward relationship. I was only recognized as the try hard and Mr. good lookin. Of course I made friends along the way, but not to the extent at which I hoped of. By mid-march my grades had completely fallen off Mt. Everest and into an abyss. I was rockin’ E’s and D’s, and some B’s. I had been through two relationships and made more enemies. I apparently made excuses such as I didn’t have “time” to study because I was caught up in my social life. Soon it was the last quarter and it hit me slightly, I had to shape up. If I was going to advance, especially in such a gifted school, I needed to let stuff go and gain good knowledge. Realize I still didn’t care about homework or due dates, or work really at all. My sleeping schedule was wackier than the Tazmanian Devil, and my diet was just as bad. I was skinny, but not gaining any muscle, no matter how much physical work I put into it. I started to understand math and the other subjects a little better, but my enemies were strong and brought me down, I couldn’t focus with them around. Good thing is, I passed advanced on both of my SOL’s but my ending grades were C’s, B’s, and 1 or two A’s. It was alright and I was fine with that…