The Dark

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

It was inevitable that I would one day crumble, but to my surprise it came at the worst possible time. It came at a time when my future looked very bright, while under a prestigious scholarship with multiple career paths to choose. I had to leave school, because I was physically and mentally exhausted. The fire that once drove me had quenched. I had no reason to keep

When my mom would send me off to school, nobody ever liked the new guy. I felt so scared, and awkward.I was bullied because of the color of my skin. I tended to be a little darker not only because of my roots but because long hard hours working with my dad after school. Resulted of me having sun burns. I was called every name in the book,and it was tough for me. Having to go to school and get treated like an old rag was already enough to what I would come home everyday with. I’d just get home and right away start working with my dad just to start giving us some income. I had to get used to this type of work everyday for the rest of my life. I wasn't so sure even if I even wanted to keep going to school. I mean I was already not caring for school and working with my dad after school. I wanted to drop out. To leave everything behind. I didn't need to keep going. I was a nobody. Nobody wanted me. My classmates told me so many times. I started to believe

“Is that the best idea sir? We have no idea who they are or what they want.”

“ But what will happen once they come back and find me gone? What will happen to you ?“ She says while she frantically follows him . She knows that he is worried as well and is terrified of what would happen if he doesn't do anything.

My days then seemed empty and pointless because I had no classes, no set schedule, and seemingly no use to the world. Coming back to school that following fall I was the happiest I had been the entire year, though still nervous that I had been off for too long and wouldn’t be able to handle the work. Little did I know that the incident which I thought ruined my life and my college goals was actually the most inspiring event that could’ve happened to me. I enrolled in the exact same course I had been in before and told myself that everything was going to change from now on, that I would take no part of my education for granted. I had a new-found respect for students with disabilities. I learned that I am responsible for myself and that in remaining time I had in college that I would push myself to new lengths and strive to be a better person, student, friend and classmate. I learned that even in the seemingly darkest of times that there is always a reason for the hardship you are facing. I also believe that there is always room for improvement and to not let anything or anyone get in your way of

"They're bluffing," he said with a small chuckle. "They can not fire upon this many people, they're trying to scare them."

The smell of hot cocoa filled the air in my cozy little house. My house was only one floor and 12 feet by 12 feet big. But it’s pretty big compared to the houses around me, but to be honest the closest house was 3 miles away cause nobody is going to live in the Swiss Alps. The only reason I came to the freezing icebox is to get away from what I used to be, I wanted to start my life over it was filled with bad memories and pain. The hot cocoa was simply to die for, it was made from my goats milk. Life here was good. My phone ring but I ignore it cause I know who it is and I don’t feel like talking to them. It was my brother who always wants me to come visit him in his fancy mansion in Dubai but I know he dosent want me to come because he

Dontnod Entertainment and Square Enix have recently released Life Is Strange: Dark Room, this fourth episode pressures Max Caulfield and Chloe Price to risk their lives in dire situations to uncover more answers behind Rachel Amber’s missing case. Fortunately, Max’s ability to rewind time has helped narrow down the questions into clues, but the mystical powers cannot always save lives. While folks are reminded that even the littlest changes can impact reality, piecing the final clues together will require more information from the least unfriendliest fellows: the drug-addicted Nathan Prescott, the douche-bag stepfather, and the antisocial Frank.

“Well we don't always get what we want, and I almost forgot to tell you I brought my friends with me in fact at this very moment they should be tearing your friends limb from limb.”

Sonya laughed. “You expect us to just walk up to them and ask why they assassinated someone? We would be their next targets and wouldn’t even need to be secretly killed.” She shook her head. “No, I need to care for my

I couldn’t believe it. Up until this past weekend I was all for resigning from my life at Cedar Park to go pursue a life at a new exciting school where I knew no one but my brother. It had been a dream of mine since the summer before my sophomore year; I yearned for the knowledge of how to find myself in a new place and to have the ability to play sports since I had chosen band my freshman year at Cedar Park and was cemented with it for the rest of high school. And now sophomore year was almost over and I was finally a sixteen year old ready to take on the world with a license, wanting freedom. For so long I had been

In the cold, dark fog of what used to be Venice, Italy stood a city of only the darkest and coldest of heart. Nobody in the poor, dreary town cared for the rest of other poor, sick people that were dying due to plagues spread by the excess of nuclear waste dropped in the crossfire. Ever since world war 3 the whole face of the Earth was wiped of most of civilization and all of the decency in people’s hearts. At this point people thought only of this situation as a free-for-all and nothing else. However, a select few, wiped of good nature, still remained as the cunning, scheming people they used to be.