Short Story : My Story

As if he read my mind he grabbed my hand. I looked up at him surprised.

Everywhere we went my mom would say hello to somebody she knew. My sister and I would hide behind my mom, grabbing her by her jeans or each other in nervousness and we did not want my mom’s friend to see us. We would only come out when my mom would tell us to come forward and greet. My sister and I would look at each other before we said hi. The only times when we weren’t shy were when we would see our cousins. We would run up to them and try to play. My two or three year old body would try hard to keep its balance as I ran through the tan, dark, colored dirt road. I would often trip then fall on my face and cry. My mom would always scream at us” Que les dije woe no corran!”, “Didn’t I tell you not to run?” but we never listened. We were happy to run free getting our shoes dirty in the process and it gave me much joy to see people we knew everyday. Aunts and uncles would come over to our house and the smells of the frijoles, rice, nopales and sometimes meat cooking on the stove would fill the house. Lunch and Dinner were both eaten as a family, and tortillas were something you could not live without. With all the people and kids in the house you could see the dark muddy footprints all over the white tiles of the living room, and you could follow the footsteps into the kitchen.

Ruby tuned him out, opting instead to close her eyes and feel the wind on her face. A westward wind, she decided, opening her eyes again as the first trainee, far to her left, was launched. I’ll have to angle slightly eastward if I want to stay with the group, given how light I am. On the other hand, if I stay to the outskirts, I might be able to find a good partner without being spotted…

I woke up to my alarm clock playing a random song from my playlist, like it does on any typical school morning. Just like any other typical school morning, I hit the snooze button four or five times before my Mom has to come and drag me out of bed. Her way of waking me up is turning on my desk lamp so that it shines right in my face. I get up, dragging half of my blankets along draped over my back. I slip on my fuzzy slippers and slowing stomp down the stairs.

Callie, my best friend said she was going to visit her father. She walks up to the door and is about the ring the doorbell when she notices that the door is cracked open. Why is it open? she asks herself. She pushes open the door slowly.

I remember when I was a little girl around four I woke up in my room to the sun. It was spring time on a Saturday and it was just me and my mom at home. When I woke up I immediately went looking for my mom knowing she was around somewhere. I checked in the kitchen and living room but it was empty and quiet. After doing that I decided to check the basement, which as a kid is the worst place to be all alone, however for some reason I felt like she was down there washing clothes because where else could she have gone. I traveled down the stairs slowly and scaredly. As I was walking down the basement stairs I passed the sunny door leading to the backyard and all of the sunlight that came from the door was lighting up the basement making it look welcoming and not so cold and dark. I then heard the washing machine turn on and that's when I knew she was there and decided to pass through the dimly lit basement to the laundry room where she was. When I approached her she turned around and seen that I was up and said “Good morning I washed Mrs. Bear ”. Mrs. Bear was a white bear with a brown threaded nose and two black eyes that I had been given by my mother. Mrs. Bear would always get dirty fast and as a little kid I cared about her alot so when I heard my mom saying she washed her I was ecstatic. I looked up to see Mrs. Bear sitting on the ledge of the small basement window, her white fur glowing from the sun, looking almost brand new. My mom brought her down for me and immediately

I remember when I was a little four year old girl I woke up in my room to the sun. It was spring time on a Saturday and it was just me and my mom at home. When I woke up I immediately went looking for her knowing she was around somewhere. I checked in the kitchen and living room but it was empty and quiet. After doing that I decided to check the basement, which as a kid is the worst place to be all alone, however for some reason I felt like she was down there because she couldn't have gone anywhere else in the small house. I traveled down the stairs very slowly because I was scared and really didn't even want to go down there. As I was walking down the basement stairs, I passed the sunny door leading to the backyard and all of the sunlight that came from the door was lighting up the basement making it look welcoming and not so cold and dark. I then heard the washing machine turn on and that's when I knew she was there and decided to pass through the dimly lit basement fastly to the laundry room where she was. When I approached her she turned around and seen that I was up and straightaway said “Oh you are up! I washed your Mrs. Bear ”. Mrs. Bear is a white bear with a brown threaded nose and two black eyes that I had been given from my mother. Mrs. Bear would always get dirty fast and as a little kid I cared about her alot, even today I still do, so when I heard my mom say she washed her I was ecstatic. I looked up to see Mrs. Bear sitting on the ledge of the small basement

This story is about a miracle. A true miracle. I was 3 when my paw paw Tony, my dad’s dad, had a heart attack. This heart attack should have been life ending, had it not been for my paw paw’s co-worker.

In a long story short, I originally lived in Gypsum Colorado but moved away because my parents thought that we should be more helpful here instead of there, also wanted us to spend more time with our family relatives. We've started packing up on my year of middle school, then it was decided that we would move until I have graduated, though during our clean up I was confused of what to do with my life and even more so by thinking of how my future is going to be like. If we look at it from a kid’s point of view, life is great because everything is already planned out for them. But, in due time we all grow up and find out what skills we all possess, in which depends on our life experience.

“Piss it out like a fire rocket!” She screamed, while repeatedly slamming the bathroom door open and closed. I was 16 years old when I sat on that toilet. Eyes wide, full of bright ideas; like the one that led me to try out Marine Corps boot camp. The drill instructor in front of me showed no mercy, standing tall and proud, Sergeant Gidean had Marine Corps in her blood. As I sat there, pants around my knees, I thought I would never pee again. How could I ever amount to a person with such courage and tenacity? Often joking with myself that I had developed Stockholm Syndrome, I yearned to be like the woman who was screaming at me, and gain her approval in every way. For two weeks we lived in the same bug filled barracks together, marching side by side, pursuing some form of self-improvement. Okay, maybe that last part was just me. But we were both so different from one another, and yet I found resemblance between us. A resemblance that kept me calm, that said “she’s human too.” But the difference that kept me motivated to change and be a better person.

Have you ever found something strange while you were looking for something or cleaning? Well, that happened to me, Cara. I was cleaning my old and dusty basement, when I found something that was unknown to me. It was a picture of me and this girl, who looked the same as me. I was confused and shocked at how much this girl looked liked me. Was she a sibling, a long lost family member, or maybe even a twin?

It was a friday afternoon the sky was bright blue the sun was shining bright yellow and I Zack Allen was about to go to work he said by to his mom and dad.by’’said mom. I went out the door, I never get to work on time. I work as a junior detective. When I got to work, I almost got fired because I was late. After work i frowned. I wish i was faster.”I said. When I got home something amazing happened. I came home opened the door then ran up steers jumped on my bed and stared at my pet fish. Then a big storm came. I got out of bed and then looked out the window, sing nothing but a dosty shade of black. Suddenly my rofe flow open and a bright big blue lightning bolt strock me. I past out for a few hours. The next thing I know i was rushed to the hospital. My heart started beating very fast then it stopped for a minute, then started beating again.

My story begins in London, England. I have two parents who seem to form an oxymoron, because even from a young age I could tell that they were the complete opposites from each other. I vividly recall living with my school friend for around a week and wondering what I had done to deserve such a fantastic vacation. When I was finally allowed to return to my parents, I did not return to the apartment I was familiar with, but a duplex house with another family I had never met before. It was much later in life, through discussion with my parents, that I learned that we were evicted. This kind of financial struggle has followed me all throughout my life. There has only ever been enough revenue to make sure our stomachs are full and to pay the bills. Afterwards, barely anything. However, these struggles have taught me that money is not happiness. In my house, there was and still is, consistent laughter. The oxymoron made it known that they loved me, no matter what the circumstance may have been. They taught me that family is important; life is can never terrible when family is there. I vowed that when I have my family, I would work as hard as I can to maintain happiness at home because happiness is the greatest medicine, the healer of all ailments.

It all started back in April, My friend Chanel began to mess with someone she had no business messing with. From there she knew she shouldn't be messing with this dude once she started to find out more about him. It was all kept from another friend and I because she felt ashamed and embarrassed to tell us. What in your everlasting mind would think this is okay. We didn't end up finding out until about 3 months later.

I was smiling ear from ear when I found out some very unexpected news that my mom had just told me. Me, my sister, and my brother were called into the living room by my mom, I guess she had some important news to tell us. It was a normal day so far at the Decker house, besides some of our craziness. I did not know that my life would change forever in an instant, something I would have never imagined. I did not know that this moment in time would be one of the most important moments to have happened to me.