The Best Moment Of My Life

When I heard Jessica crying and saw the dog looking into my face I told him “Georgie go see why Jessica is crying”. Next thing I knew he went off running and she was quiet so I went to check on her and there they were in the bed sleeping, he comfort her. Even though a snow storm was coming, she decided to go on her winter camping trip anyway. It was like something was calling her out there. But in the event of her wilderness trip she was starting to feel better. There was a positivity her in her life that was growing and the depression had started to fade by the activities she is doing. Her experience of sleeping in below freezing caves, digging out of a snow barricades with the help of Jackson and Hailey. She was doing things her and her dogs would never have dreamed of. She admits that her very cold and freezing adventure has helped her appreciate the beauty of life and her winter wilderness experience. She was starting to feel like she belong and was appreciating the value of her life and her surroundings. “A Blizzard under blue sky” gave her a new lease on life and a spark of rejuvenation.

Two dark brown eyes, hooded by heavy lids turned in his direction and, despite his mental pep talk, his heart immediately fluttered with longing. But he quickly pushed the feeling aside and stepping into the room, he managed a watery smile. “Hey.”

She walks into the living room where all her family was sitting, and they all look at her and ask “what’s the news?”. She was very disappointed in herself she thought how could she let it happen? she was too young at 16, she didn’t have a job, and she didn’t even know if the father was going to be there for her. The family looked concerned as she was about to burst into tears, her eyes filled with sadness, and then she said “I'm pregnant”. They all looked at her in disappointment, they thought she was going to be the one to pursue her dreams of becoming a nurse, to actually have a degree, but even though they were disappointed in her they knew that they had to help her raise the baby. She felt upset she didn’t know how she was going to do it while still going to school, she still had two more years ahead, and she was due late May. Even though she had her family who was supporting her she still had to take responsibility for her actions, she had decided that she would have to drop out of school, and start working to take care of her upcoming baby.

​She turned away and took a deep breath, wondering how to say it, and when she finally started, her voice was quiet. “I’m pregnant. You remember Ian, right? He was our high school friend.” Lawrence sat in silence for endless minutes, staring at Daisy, unable to believe what he had just heard, yet believing it. He could see in her eyes that she meant every word she had said. “I’m sorry,” she said softly. He nodded understandingly.

It was an ordinary winter day in the city of Lynn, Massachusetts. As people headed to work and school they looked forward to the adventures the weekend would bring the next day. However, not so far away, Henry Rosario and his wife, Wendy Contreras, waited anxiously in their apartment knowing that the moment that would change their lives forever was near. “As my first daughter it was very painful, scary, and anxious” (Contreras interview). After waiting for what seemed like forever, they decided to go to Salem Hospital. Once they arrived, however, they were told by the doctor that she was not was not ready to deliver yet and was sent back home. At home, Wendy paced around the living room in agony waiting for the moment to come so she could get

She then cringed as she conjured up the image of Samuel and the expression on his face when she had told him she was marrying someone else. The hurt in his eyes had burned a hole in her heart that remained to this day. She quivered all over, not from the nasty cold, but as a reaction to her thoughts as they drifted back to that ghastly day and to the moment she realized she was pregnant with Owen’s baby: the day her life ceased to exist as she had known it.

She was sure that those shadowy figures were students. Specialist wouldn’t have left all those students there without a good reason, even if their official school nurse, Major Hoyt-Cline, was there.

A morbid melancholy stole over me. Anxiety gnawed at my heart. I was a living corpse. There was a feeling of chill in the air every day as I felt. I faked illness so as not to go to school. Despair hangs heavy in the stifling air. It was a dreary day for me , cold and without sunshine. I dread people and always avoid people. The door was locked from the inside. A cold grey light crept under the curtains. The windows were secured with locks and bars. The room felt cold and sterile.The flowers faded for want of water. A single lamp was suspended from the ceiling. The clock ticked louder and louder in a quiet room. I regarded the room as a refuge from the outside

Alison was sitting in the Rec Room at 2am the same night, staring out at the city. She didn't want to go to the roof, she couldn't go back to the roof. It reminded her of Noel, and Noel was gone. She sat on the window sill, with her legs pulled to her chest. She had been sitting there since she had taken a shower. It took forever for the water going down the drain to turn clear. She cried the whole time, to a point she was out of tears.

She dried herself off, toweling off her hair before wrapping the towel around herself. Grabbing her brush off of her counter, she went to her bedroom to search her closet. It wouldn’t take her long to get dressed; she already knew what she wanted to wear. She had an emerald green dress that cut off at her knees and showed off her figure without giving too much away. She brushed her hair as she pushed back all of her work clothes to reach the small collection of dresses she owned.

She pressed the child close to her and with an unmovable gaze tightened her grip on him, taking in every detail. I paused and watched. I knew that as soon as I told her, the same creamy white walls of the hospital room that once held her uncontrollable euphoria over the birth of her son, would seem harrowing and confining.

Screaming in pain, Rebecca was about to give birth to her first baby. She was forced to have a homebirth as there were no hospitals around for miles. Her shrieks of pain had woken everyone in the neighbourhood, many came up to the house to get a glimpse of the situation. One of Rebecca’s friends, Rick, had rushed into the house in a matter of minutes after he heard the screaming. Rick stayed with Rebecca for several hours that followed to comfort her as best he could. His best attempts to calm her down, it seemed, were not good enough.

Some would say it; the weather was perfect for a bad decision. Gazing into the deep, cloudy waters of the treacherous river, she was reminded of a memory that she oh so badly wanted to be just a dream, she wished that all pain caused from that particular event would vanish. Shaking her head and furrowing her eyebrows she tried to shake the imprint that the episode had left on her. The river's waves collided against the banks, the change in the river's motions reflected her relationship with her husband – calm at times, but a disturbance in the calm water can cause a ripple effect. She thought walking would be a calm way to get away from the pent-up emotions she had been trying to run from, but everything in sight reminded her of her him; and that he was no longer hers. She walked with her shoulder slouched as she re-adjusted the baby in her frail, cold arms. Her watery eyes stared into the nothingness of the mist, still slowly advancing down the rocky path with no distinct destination in mind. Like a broken record, the images replayed in her mind. It felt like a nightmare she couldn’t escape, no matter how far she ran and no matter how hard she tried. There was no use, because the chant of their door that was slammed moments before he left, bounced off her eardrums and it began to become the only thing she could hear. Her

Her eyes struggled to stay open, slowly blinking but never closing. Droplets from the clouds rolled down the windowpane, like copycats of those running down her face. The night was dark with shadows. The only sounds in the house were the plump raindrops falling on the windowsill, the clinking of beer bottles and the sound of her nervous breath. She had to stay awake for she had left the moment he had passed out on the dusty couch in the living room. Her sweaty palms clutched the leather straps of her bag. Her body shook like a small dog’s and the wind made the trees sway like the ghosts of everything she’d ever known. The sound finally came and so did the closing of her bedroom door.

“The most beautiful moment in life may not come as soon as you think and once you have it, it doesn’t always last forever or end the day you have it. It lasts for however long you wish for this moment to last within your own life,” read the colorless poster on the wall above my bed. I honestly thought this was complete and utter idiocy, considering the fact that this quote were to be based on their absolute perception of this world. The creator of this quote were to have been refusing to fully comprehend that not everyone is treated with the same respect as others and may live a devastating life to the extent that they cannot create a beautiful moment in life now, nor in the future.