sit in my back yard looking at the fireworks, my brothers and sister all outside with me were having fun. It had me thinking about my life and thinking why I couldn’t be happy and why my parents couldn’t just be there for me when I needed them the most…things were about to get very bad and hard for me. I can just feel my life is about to go through a downfall and I just wonder will I be able to get through it. To being with, the first time is when I was only 14 years old I had gone to my friend’s
blurred my eyes as I watched hundreds of balloons fill the solemn grey skies. I tried to clear my vision by wiping the tears away. Even with the light wind, the water pooling from my eyes would not dry. After my failed attempt to stop crying, I looked down at my fingers and saw black streaks of my mascara and eyeliner. I take out the scented Kleenex tissues from my bag and wipe my fingers on them. The only thing filling the silence was the constant sobs coming from people around me and my own. I found
I long to be free. To be free from the metal chains that hold me down. To be free from the whispering as I descend into my empty slumber. My heart couldn’t handle the pain of the immortal whispers and figures that popped up here and there trying to help or drag me with them. My day begins again with a drone of the same ringtone of the alarm. Getting up to open the window forgetting about the same old raven bird that stares at me with its whole black eyes sending you into a black spiral. The
friend. What I didn’t know about my inseparable pal, was that he would be ripped out of my life at the age of 5. I never knew the true feeling of loneliness until he left my life. Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t he read one more bedtime story? Couldn’t I have gotten one last “teddy” squeeze? As I lay in my twin sized white bunk bed, covered in light mauve sheets with a puffy blanket and stuffed animals, I hear the deafening sound of sirens fill the streets. I plug my ears hoping that the ear piercing
I step out of my apartment and turn to lock my cherry red door. As the key slides in, I hear the palm trees smack the side of the building. They should really move those, or at least cut them, I thought . I jiggle the handle to make sure it is locked: We don’t want a repeat of what happened last Christmas. I grab my key out of the lock and turn into the sunlight. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath in and feel the salty ocean air fill my lungs. I love San Diego so much. I love everything about
It was a Sunday after-noon and I had just woken up from a nap. I heard my text tone sound go off. It was Vianna, one of my best friends asking me to go over to a friend’s house. Her and my other friend Stephanie was hanging out there, and they had plans on going to sports grill later on to watch the NBA finals. I really did not want to get out of bed, but I hadn’t done anything all day so I decided to get dressed, get in my car, and head over to where they were. I showed up to the house
Personal Narrative Have you ever had something happen to you that changed your life forever? Something that you will never forget. It’s something that makes you who you are whether it is good or bad to makes you special. I know it’s hard to believe that one event could change your whole life but I promise you it can. A major life changing event happened to me on July 20th, 2011. This is the day that my youngest sister Carly was born. On this day my whole life was changed and it will never be the
“Nooooo!” I screamed as I felt like my heart ripping out of my chest. It was beating at seventy-thousand beats per minute and I felt like I was frozen still like an iceberg in freezing water. The day had come where I was no longer needed and the government was ready to get rid of me. I heard the police sirens closening to my home. “Here take this” my mom told me as she handed me the government issued gun for my training. I was being trained as an operative that went undercover and was issued warrants
My mom and dad know questions ask put us in the car and started driving, they didn't even wait for us to put are seat belts on. We asked repeatedly “Where are we going” or “Are we there yet.” Finally mom had it and just yelled “Shut up!” To both of us from then on it was a long quiet car ride. When we finally stopped they opened the door we crawled out, When we look back the car was half way down the road we were alone. It's been six year since my little sister Rae died of lack Nutrition. It's been
remembered going up to my nana's house every Saturday in the summer of 2014. My little sister Ava and I spent most of our summers playing with each other and going on wild adventures. Ava was my best friend and I always enjoyed the exciting times we shared together. Some of my most memorable childhood memories are with her. Our favorite movie was The Little Mermaid and every chance we got, we pretended as if we were Ariel & her sister Alana. Every Saturday afternoon, we would go up to my Nana's and swim