Polar Opposites: A Short Story

Today I am talking about how my best friend and I met. My best friend’s name is Sydney Rott. The story of how we met is a cliché but I am going to explain it anyway. We didn't know each other up until my Sophomore year and her Junior year. I decided I wanted to go out for the tennis team, even though I have never really played before, I still decided to join. Sydney was the number one player for the Harrisburg Tennis Team. I thought that she was a brat when I first met her, but as time went on I started to like her.

Savannah was the dorky girl with multi-colored hair, big glasses, and a Harry Potter backpack. I was the “not too weird, but not popular either” average high school student just keeping to myself. We had two classes together aat Woodrow Wilson Classical High School, English 1-2 with Mrs. Majdali and Geometry with Mrs. Sternin. The classes were back to back so we would always walk the same way to and from our classes. It was the proximity, always being around her, that really started our relationship (O’Hair, Wiemann, Mullin & Tevin, 2015). A relationship that is still going strong even though she now is going to LSU and lives in Louisiana.

In a fit of rage and frustration, Daniel Howell shove the unorganized pile of schoolwork and textbooks away from him, resulting in numerous packets and other assignments to collapse onto the floor after falling off his desk. Dan angrily runs his hands through his greasy, curly hair and down his face as he sighs exhaustively. Glancing at the clock, he becomes aware that it reads 3:37 a.m., and he has to wake up and get ready for his classes on campus in less than three hours. As much as he dreams of crawling into his warm, comfortable bed and falling asleep, he knows he must complete every bit of his homework for tomorrow (well, more like today) before he is able to. However, for the past few nights, Dan has been unconsciously sleeping on his

Many teenagers will be able to relate to her because she mirrors many of us. Wanting to move forward but being held back by

When I was a kid, a girl lived next door to me. She was beautiful, graceful, and overall a kind person. Her name was Riley. I remember the times where I hung out with her. She was a cool girl who didn’t mind a boy hanging around with her. We often spent our time swinging on a rope in the park and playing tag. In time, I felt… attached to her. I wanted to tell her this. However, something happened.

Deciding to attend the Carowinds trip with my youth group turned out to be one of the best decisions I have ever made. There I was standing in line to ride the tallest and fastest roller coaster in the world, “Fury 325” when suddenly I turned around and there she was with eyes as blue as the ocean. Kristel, who is now my girlfriend, has had a significant effect on my life, she has shown me how fun life can be, helped me overcome anxiety, and motivated me to pursue my dreams.

Her name was Toni Gamez and she was a stranger that I naively let into my life not knowing what would come of it. She was a survivor. Not of a natural disaster, not of a vehicle accident, but of life itself. Seven attempted suicides, years of drug abuse, weeks of hospital visits, all for something much greater than one could ever comprehend. Now, I am not implying that God made her do all these things, but He kept her from cutting the last chord for a reason. He knew everything she went through would one day help hundreds of girls; one of those girls being me.

At first, things were excellent. She stopped the drugs and she was getting good grades in school. As time went on, disagreements led to arguments and we went our separate ways. I have seen her a couple times since we went our separate ways, and every single time I see her I feel some pain and some disappointment. She has gone back to her old ways and I am more disappointed in myself than I am in her. I heard her story, but failed to understand her.

"I know I shouldn't pry into your personal business, but I've been your doctor since before you were born. I've seen as you've continued to blossom into a beautiful young lady. Through those years I think I know that you wouldn't be here unless that someone meant something to you, and with saying that.. where is he?"

how warm did the water have to be before it gave the sky permission to crumble when it broke open did it intend to swallow the city or find refuge inside of it is it wrong to love something more after it has been through something bad is it called something bad if no one thinks about the damage anymore the scientist tells me that something bad has been happening for a long time now the evangelist tells me this is what happens when you make a mockery of time the television tells me that this is really the best thing that could happen to a collapsing city my mother was born in a city that is asking how this happened I was born in a city that knows how this happened I was born in the same city as my mother I was born in that city

My approach and interaction with the family was through an existing relationship with their daughter Amanda. Amanda Barnes is a 15 year old that was introduced to the family at age two. After living with the Barnes’s for more than 2 years as their foster child and not having any contact with her biological parents, Amanda adopted by the family. Amanda has been diagnosed with a series of behavioral problems that stemmed from her biological mother’s substance abuse use. During one of our many conversations, she has repeatedly talked about feeling depressed and disliking herself. She has also expressed concerns that her parents do not believe that these feelings are real or important.

Now it all started with a young girl. I believe her name was Shelly. She was a bouncing 7 year old, with soft caramel skin and dark curls. I became acquainted with her on a crisp winter night, as she stumpled through a thicket of trees. Clumps of snow clung to her chilled curls, as she shivered. But when her face became a plump blueberry, I knew my time had come. She froze in her steps, and fell on blanket of snow shivering, twitching; dying. I cringed as her hazel eyes become empty hollows. I never liked victemising children, but I am what I am. Her now

You know what I hate? I hate people who judge, who make assumptions, who stereotype, who roll their eyes at people and say “it’s just a phase” I hate those four words. Now, I’m not talking about when girls get dumped and they cry saying their life is over.

Growing up Jasmine was one of my good friends during from elementary to high school. However, during high school, our friendship changed. During the second year of high school, Jasmine started doing drugs and drinking alcohol. A similarity that we both shared was that we were a little overweight during our adolescence. We both did not like the way our bodies looked and we would usually talk about how we wanted to look better. Wes started out by changing out diets by cutting out carbs and eating more fruits and protein. Slowly we both began to lose weight. But Jasmine was struggling with her weight and felt very insecure about her body. Her first drink was at a party we both attended where lots of other students drinking and smoking.

     It all started out when my very shy, self-conscious sister didn’t really fit in well. She was 16, chubby and had very few friends. One day Becky’s best friend Debbie introduced her to 19 year old guy name John. Becky and John hit it off very well