Short Story Essay : My Life Story

I could feel the warmth and excitement coursing through my veins. A buzz of pure exhilaration filled a shadowy room of sweaty bodies. A feeling of unity grew amongst the crowd; our hollow bodies had finally found their home after being forgotten and lost for centuries. Suddenly, a chant roared out from the crowd, building the suspense second by second. The shadows diminished as the lights flashed on, and the revitalized crowd lunged forward, desperately reaching for the stage, as if they were yearning towards the light for dear life. It was about to begin: I was about to watch my favorite band play live for the first time.

I finally reached a point where I felt I needed to rest, or get an idea of where I had

Still as a statue, I lay in the comfort of my bed. It wraps its arms around me comforting

What would you do if you had to spend a week at your grandparent’s house in the middle of nowhere? That’s exactly what 13 year old Jane was thinking when her mom told her she was going to visit her grandma and grandpa for a week. As she finished packing her blue duffel bag it was time to leave before she knew it. Jane got in the car and the road trip out to the middle of nowhere began. “This week is going to be pretty boring”, she thought.

It’s February 12th, a cold, snowy day. I run into my mom’s room because I heard her scream. When I get there I see her on her back in pain. I’m dumfounded, I just there paralyzed, until I hear her say

"Since we are already passing through, let's go to Owen and Laura Beth's," my dad stated.

“Mom, my stomach hurts,” I whined to my Mother for about the tenth time. “MOOOOOOOOOM!” I yelled in a whisper sort of way. I was sitting with my Mom, Dad, and brother watching a play in a vast theatre with only about a fourth of the seats taken. We were on a Disney cruise, and I was still in awe that I couldn’t feel the boat rocking. My Mom finally decided to have us exit the theatre and leave the dazzling princesses with brightly colored dresses and fake crowns behind.

I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.

“Claire we’ve talked and thought, long and hard about this . . . We’re moving.” My parent’s explained.

Today during our CALM block we did an interesting exercise that focused on opening each one of us up, and get us talking about some specific pieces of our life. To be quite honest, this was a little challenging for me, as I don't really care to talk about my life, though it was a tad bit easier as through the rotation I was paid with people I was reasonable close with so I did not feel judged. I feel as though we were to do this assignment because it goes hand in hand with the life view and work view compasses. It gets us to think about who we really are and maybe what gave us the perspectives we had on those views. Either way it was an interesting challenged and I managed to get through it, so it was okay.

“Welcome to Kentucky!” My father beams from the front seat as we pull into a large driveway, “Now darlin’ your aunt Margaret has been waiting’ all day for your arrival!” I swing my legs out of the car and feel the sticky warmth surround my parched legs like a tissue engulfed in snot.

July 17, what should have been a normal day, but was far from normal. I woke up in my brothers room after falling asleep the day watching a movie with my brother Dalton and his “friend”. When I woke up it wasn’t the same as always, I woke up to hands touching me. During the time I was only 12 years old so I didn’t really understand what was happening until about 5 minutes later. When I finally realized what was happening I didn’t know what to do since it was getting worse. It started with hands on top of my clothes but it soon turned into way more when he put his hands down my shorts, and up my shirt. My brother was sound asleep beside me so I tried to wake him up, I tried to be as quiet as a mouse because my brothers “friend” thought I was asleep and I was scared if I moved to much he would hurt me even more. After about 10 minutes of me trying to wake up my brother and failing I quickly started to lose hope. Not knowing what to do anymore I turned my head to the left, towards my brother and started silently crying and during all of this the assault was still going on. But, little did I know it was far from over because he kept touching me for more long grueling minutes while I laied there dying a little bit more inside every second. Then, it happened a spark of hope, my little brother Logan came downstairs to wake us all up and tell us breakfast was read. Little did I know my brothers “friend” would shut that down right away by saying “Shh, she’s

There I was all alone, my legs were buried in the warm sand. All I could see was waves as high as skyscrapers and the crowded hotel behind me. My heart stopped. I couldn’t help but shed a tear as I started freakishly started running around everywhere looking for my missing parents. In a country I didn’t know, all by myself. They wouldn’t leave me here all alone, I knew they wouldn’t, I just knew it. My tears started to make my vision blurry but I just kept running. I had to find someone, anyone, it wasn’t going to end this way.

I remember when it all happened, there was I, a little girl of 6 years old who would always stick with her beautiful and young mother, Keni, but, she would rather you call her Daisy. We were in home, my old, but nice home of a wonderful beige color with a lot of decoration made by Mami. I would always love to be at home, because it always smells like her. The long and comfortable sofas that were bought by Papi, they owned a special brown color, my Mami's favorite. That's where we were in that moment. My Mami was wearing the dress that I gave her as a present with my Papi's help, it was pink and it had a lot of flowers on it. She looked amazing. In contrary of me, I was wearing my favorite dress too, but, this one was really old that it was almost getting ripped out. Monse, my old sister, she didn't liked dresses that's why she was wearing her pajamas, same as my older brother, Tiger. And Papi, he wasn't here. We haven't seen him for almost two months by now, we miss him, Mami is the one who misses him the most. She always cries at night when I go to see her because of my nightmares.

This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.