One bright sunny morning was a just a regular school day. Same people, same classes but, little did I know that day I would meet someone who is a bad influence or even a distraction to me. At the beginning of the school year, I was only in 1 AC class which was Language Arts. There was a girl named Loagan who I had seen in one of my classes. In my Language Arts class, she sent at the table across from me. About 3 weeks into the school year I had gotten my classes switched to 3 AC classes which were language arts, science, and social studies. Back to the point, When I moved to my new science class she sat across from me that was Loagan and I began to start talking.
As days went by Loagan and I began to start to talk to each other a lot. Little did I know all she knew how to do was gossip all the time. For all, I know I believe her talent was just to talk trash about people. My best friend Nila who I have known since 3rd grade thought I was talking about her and I thought Nila was talking about me. But little did I know Loagan was doing he said she said stuff in 6th grade thinking we were mature enough to deal with that non-sense. Loagan then told me Nila was talking about my parents and siblings, which had me annoyed. I went to Nila and asked her, “were you talking about my siblings?” Nila said, “no.” Which had me confused because I believed everything Loagan was saying and then Nila tell me she wasn’t. Thinking I had trusted Nila for over 4 years, but I didn’t believe a word
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Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.
Now there's one thing I haven't mentioned about this girl. This girl just happens to be my younger sister, and we haven't gotten along since pre-school. I became the bully of a big sister to her, and was blamed for most of her misfortunes. She is a member of the family, and I've known her forever.
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I was only thirteen when I first began to ask “who am i?” My parents would tell me stories of where I’m from, and how Sudan is like. My little brain couldn’t grasp the idea of having family, people that look like me, in the other side of the world. Going there was a dream for me, I had this vision in my head, this adventure I thought waiting for me, and so, I began to nag! “Can we go this summer daddy?” became one of my favorite things to say. I asked and asked, until I got what I wanted.
Bicycle tires lifted dirt from the narrow path, filling the Scandinavian landscape with dust. As I swallowed the thick air, fragments of the earth entered my windpipe. I forced a dramatic cough, as though I was a movie extra overdoing my role as Choking Girl. It was the summer of 2007 and at the ripe age of ten years, my toothy grin and chicken legs were lugged across Denmark on a bicycle trip by my bickering immediate family, sheltered cousins, and nonconformist aunt. After yet another lengthy day of riding, a portrait of my rear was indented into the leather covering of my seat, and vice versa. After crossing paths with enough countryside sheep to make Polyphemus envious, the time had finally come to find our campsite. Instead, we found
January 22 was my birthday. I got some pretty great gifts, but it wasn’t the most ideal birthday ever. My dog ended up running away early that morning. It was the saddest birthday ever. He’s my best friend and I didn’t even get to spend my birthday with him. He’s a hunting dog, so whenever he smells something, he takes off after it and never turns around. The past times he’s ran away, he has come back. All I did was pray that he would come back. He’s my best friend and I couldn’t imagine my life without him.
On a drizzly Sunday evening my first summer in New York City, I was walking in Chelsea when a man rode up beside me on a bike. I really don’t want to bother you, he began, a baleful look in his brown eyes, but this ridiculous thing just happened to me. He explained that the costumes he had designed for a Broadway show had accidentally been locked in his apartment, and he had lost his keys. He just needed to borrow a little money so he could get in touch with his assistants and sort the whole thing out.
1. When I was five years old I had lost my first tooth at the park. It was a sunny day and I was with my dad and we were going to fish. My tooth had been loose for a while and I had been wiggling it all day and my dad noticed instead of fishing I was messing with my tooth. We both stood up and he reached in my mouth and was able to pull it out, I heard a pop sound and fell down right after he pulled it out, so it looked like I fainted right after he did it. We laugh about it to this day but at the time I was scared when I first saw the blood but it’s still a funny story.
Eye opening moments are far and few between. In that one moment, your entire perspective shatters and you realize that what you thought you knew, you didn 't know at all. After the suicide of my best friend, I realized how dangerous addiction could be, but I still couldn 't fully understand it. I went two years after his death constantly wondering what he really experienced. Talking to our mutual friends, his little sister, and his parents reminded me of how kind and happy Conner had been. Not until I started working in mental health awareness did I begin to learn what it is really like to be at war with something so out of your control from someone I never would have expected.
You have been sick for days and looked like crap. You was sitting on my couch watching some random show when your phone buzzed. It was a text from (c/n) saying, hey how ya feeling and can I come over got you some things to make you feel better. Knowing that he was thinking about me made me bubble inside,you had the biggest crush on him for years and didn’t know how he felt but you texted back saying, Sure come over. You were still on the couch when you hear a knock on the door, and he was saying,”(y/n) it’s me”. You said, “Come in it’s open”,right as he came in he said “Hey how are you feeling?”. You replied groaning,”feeling like I was ran over with a truck.” He chuckled at your response and you laughed back. “Well, I have something for you and hopefully it
Sarah and I met in the second grade and immediately became best friends. At this point in my life, I genuinely needed her. Sure, I had friends, but I never truly fit in. At my Jewish private day school, I was the only Chinese student in my grade. My peers felt uncomfortable around me because they thought I was too "foreign." Many of them failed to understand that culturally, I was just like them. I converted to Judaism before I could speak and was raised by two Ashkenazi Jews since age one.
It was the “Summer of 2015” , actually the last day of summer for the Milton community and I was not excited, and when I say not excited I mean not excited. Mostly because It was my first year of sixth grade, I just wish I could go back to recess and getting snack time and all of that. Even though I don’t want to go I have my friends Vicky, Alexandra , Andrew and CJ to help me get through these years of middle school. Oh did I forget to introduce myself , I’m John Collins an average sixth grader just going to try to get through middle school. The next day was the first day of school and I was as nervous as ever but I got to see my friends so in the end it worked out. “Hey what’s up bro?” CJ said. “Hey how have you been?” I said to CJ with a worried but also happy face. “Good, how about you?” said CJ with an excited face. “I guess i’m ok i’m just worried I won’t make it through sixth grade!” I said. “ Me, Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra are here for you don’t you worry one bit!” CJ said with a smile. “Thanks I really appreciate it” I smiled back at him! We walked into school with everyone rushing to get to their first class, people were staring at me as I walked to my class but I didn’t care because I knew I didn’t do anything wrong so I kept on walking, but literally everyone was staring at me and of course Cj was on his phone. The first day was just a normal first day for everybody, I guess it was a normal day for me ,except for everyone staring at me for no reason but I didn’t care. At the end of the day I saw Vicky, Andrew and Alexandra walking home together but I didn’t want to bother so I walked alone, I saw no sight of Cj probably because he ditched classes to go home again like last year in fifth grade. I got home and went on my computer on to instagram
I saunter to the seat right next to her . She whispers ¨ Good job on finishing your homework so late but still doing an amazing project.” I was proud of my work and I appreciated other people liked it to. So i said ¨Thanks¨ proudly and then started to pay attention to the second person presents their project. After all the excitement she had in that class the rest of the classes went like a blur. When classes finished I wanted to stay for an hour, so she could bump her grade more higher, but after i did finished that the sky was already dark. The worst thing about this is that i had to walk all the way home because my mom could not pick me up because she was still working. And my friend had already walk to her house and had left me to walk by myself .She could tell it was about to rain so she started to walk a little faster because she did not have a umbrella and she did not want to get wet. Then she suddenly felt a drop of water drop on her shoulder. Then one by one the water droplets started to pour down. I still had half a mile to my house so I just started to scurry as fast as I could. While I was running I heard lighting from behind her which made me jump a little. Then she came to point where i had to cross the road. She stopped and look both ways the way her parents taught her since kindergarten. She was now soaking wet,but she cared about was her backpack and the stuff that was in there like her homework and computer the would cost like 180
One day not too Long ago, I lived a normal life, basically a normal teen life but maybe a little better. Perfect grades, perfect family, perfect friends. I loved my life, I didn’t want anything to change. Everyday was basically the same I’d wake up happy to see my friends, even if I had to go to school. But I actually like school I don’t know why people wouldn’t like school, it forms your future and lets you have a better, stronger life. My friends are very close to me we basically know everything about each other, which gets creepy every once and awhile but I still love them. Their all like my second family and nothing could ever get in the way of our friendship. We invented each other to everything so no one feels left out, and did ever club together, even if we didn’t like it, but we still did it because we love each other. Until one day a new girl came at first nobody really noticed her. But after awhile she somehow got closer to my friends. She would sit with us at lunch, talk with us in the morning, and after awhile she was in about all the group chats, even the ones we didn’t really use. I felt a little left out, I mean she was getting all this attention and all I knew about her would be her name, Anna. Everyone was paying attention to her and I just felt like a ghost on the side. Which I had never felt that way I was normally the one getting all the attention, everyone wanted to talk with me, but now Anna’s getting all the attention. Somehow she started as a
Well anyways I got moved to the school next to us. The day I went to the school it was so embarrassing. I think it is because I walked in late that's what I don't like to do it was still first period. When we went to second period i was someone it looked like my best friend but it couldn't be her because she was in Oklahoma. I would talk to her and hang out with her but I didn't think it was her until I asked her “What school did you go to when you were in fourth grade” she said “Vandalia” when she said that I was in shock I told her I went to. Then I Asked her “What class were you in” “Mrs.Zavala's class” “Yea” then I told her “I think we know each other” “Do you remember a girl she was new, in fourth grade, she sat right next you, and she was like your best friend?”