Shard Academy: A Fictional Narrative

It is 7:30 when we checked in so I went to our room to get settled before dinner. The room Jake and I got was room 1236 on the 13th floor which is the farthest away from the elevator. I knocked on the door to see if Jake was already in the room, but there was no response. So, I used the pink hotel card they gave me and entered to room. As I walked in I noticed there was 2 queen sized beds, a TV, a desk, a small kitchen with a fridge, and a bathroom. I hadn’t gone to the bathroom since we left so I decided to go and take a shower as well.

My parents, well mostly my mom wanted to do anything to get me out of Chicago. She said chicago ain't good for me cause I was always getting into fights and i started gang banging so she said she was going to move I never believed her into one day she told me start packing. I was really mad cause I ain't want to move, but i guess i had to. We move to Decatur iL and our first week there I knew almost everybody, but i was only cool with like 3 people.

Their response to my sister was school was too easy for her. I went as far as saying, “if it is so easy for her than why doesn’t she ace the class then?” My parents would respond with her lack of good grades was due to boredom. With this continued unfairness I couldn’t wait to get out from my parents umbrella. This is why I joined the United States Air Force.

“ I’m sorry, but I would like to know what your name is.” he said sincerely.

After embracing the differences and understanding their perspectives, I could notice small happy events and appreciate what is around me. Talking often with them about where we are heading toward and what I want to do with my life, I realized what I truly want to be. Both my parents deeply affected me the way I think and behave. Although I do not always agree with them, I am very thankful for the skill they trained to critically think and learn so that I will be able to succeed later in my life.

They didn’t really care and they still really don’t care. My family was more concerned about the reputation of my chapter than actually joining one.

I suddenly jolted up and nobody was in the room,it was weird to have nobody in the room in the middle of the class. I checked the clock on the wall and seen it was only 9:00,classes still should be going on. Especially history, they just had to put history first thing on the morning. As I looked around the school for somebody,as the intercom system went on in one room I quickly raced to the room.

It’s the first time I’ve heard his voice in four weeks, and the first words he says to me are hey and bud.

My first year of high school did not go the way I wanted it to. People expected me to be athletic like my parents. My mom played basketball and football, but went to college for basketball. My dad played football and continued to play at the university of Florida state. When I walked into class and told them who my parents was they looked at me as if I was joking around about being the son of my parents. As I went through my ninth grade year I tried out for football. Apparently they thought I was joking too therefore, I left and went home. When I got home pops

I don’t always have the habit of eavesdropping on people’s conversations, least of all my parents. I didn’t find it necessary. However, on April 7, 2011, I found myself glued to the door of my parents’ bedroom. I had gone to inform my father that we (me, Michael, my younger brother, and Nanies, my young sister) were ready for the week long vacation to the sandy beaches of Key West, Florida. As I was about to knock on the door. I heard a heated argument inside.

Looking back now, the hardest thing I have ever had to do in my life happened in the transition of my Junior to Senior year. I had expressed the feeling of needing to forgive my Dad, and told them that I was in search of his number. They heartily disapproved, telling me my father would only make things worse if he was back in my life. “Do you really think your Dad will make you happy? He abandoned you, we were here. Why are you being so selfish?” They said, taking it as an insult that I would want to reunite with my Dad. Nonetheless I called him, and we fixed things. Our heart-to-heart meetings became more and more frequent until I was with him whenever he was home. Before long, summer came, and being with my guardians all day long made me realize what I had to do. I had all summer to wonder if I was making the right choice. The days were long and hot and their shrewdness kept getting worse. Conversation was completely gone until I said absolutely nothing whilst at home. I asked my Dad for advice whenever I saw him, and he always said the same thing. “You have to leave Cierrah. You know who you are, don’t let them drag you down. Don’t be someone you’re not. You deserve more than that.” So the decision was made, and I moved in with my Dad shortly after my senior year began. Finally able to be who I wanted without someone telling me it was wrong, or that I wasn’t good

As we turned the corner of 1700 W. Thompson street I see many kids outside on the wall. My mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance and said “ see you later”. Since this year was my first year of Gesu I didn't know where to go. I was just standing there watching the pre-k and kindergarten classes go into the door. Finally I see my cousin in a line and went her direction. She told me to get in line behind her cause I was in her class. We went up stairs and met our teacher . Everything got situated so our teacher asks us to pull out our reading books and a pen to copy what's on the board. It was a prayer. I began writing then she said “ Cursive!!! Write in Cursive!”. I'm just thinking to myself about how I can't write in cursive so I just write in print.

So many questions flooded my brain. Suddenly, I heard my name being called continuously. I looked up and saw everyone's eyes on me, including Ms. Edwards, my math teacher.

Because of this I filled my childhood with what I thought would be right. Not for me, but what I thought would be right for my parents and everyone around me. I had a job lined up before I was even 16, got into National Honor Society, joined Speech Competitions, I did mock trial, and even made time to have family dinner ever night. Still none of this ever seemed to please my parents or the people I looked up to the most. I wasted my time trying not for me, but for others.

My life was very structured and it drove me to want something different, but when I had to face my consequences, I soon came to want exactly what I was running from. Ironically enough, I am beginning to see what they were trying to do as parents. It would be nice to finally make them proud to be an influence in my life, and I will do my best to make that happen.