The Day I Leave My Birthday

"SURPRISE!!!" My mom shrieked as I was walking into the front doors of my home. It was a late summer afternoon of June 12, 2011. I had just arrived home from my last day of school.

It’s 7am and my parents are coming at 10am. There is no better joy in knowing I get to leave. As I wait for the time to pass by, my thoughts begin to run. I wonder what my home has been like these past phew days. I wonder how angry my father is or how happy he will be when I get home. Will he rape me again or will he beat me till my skin tears open? My life could be so much worse now that I came here. I won’t be protected by these walls anymore. Time flew by and Samantha calls me over. They are here. She gives me a hug goodbye and tells me never to come back again. Laughing, I realize I didn’t say bye to Noah, but it’s too late. I am going

I went outside to find Courtney, but she was nowhere to be seen. “Hey, get in the car!” Misty had yelled from the driver’s side of her Dodge Neon. “Can you take me by Courtney’s? I want to talk to her.” I asked as I chunked my backpack into the backseat “No, just call her later. We need to get Guy and go home to start to pack.” When we got home my father was listening to the scanner. “Hey girls, do yawl know a Danielle Wilson, age 20 from Tushka?” “No!” both of us said as we went into our room “Well they had a wreck earlier before school got release. They were T-boned by a semi truck, but they are not releasing much more information” Stated my father. Immediately I thought about Courtney, but I thought to myself, no, it couldn’t have been her she is only fifteen years old. A few hours went by without hearing anything else. The phone began to ring; I rushed over as fast as I could. “Hello” I said. “Hey, it’s Kathy, did you hear over the scanner?” she asked. “No, it couldn’t have been her Dad said it was a Danielle and she was twenty” I said with tears in my eyes. “Oh okay, well let me know if you hear anything else.” Kathy stated. “Okay” I said as I hanged up the phone. Another hour had gone by without hearing anything. So I began to pack for our family vacation that we were getting ready to take the next day,

My mom had called me three time, each time her voice grew with annoyance. I dropped my Barbie dolls that I had been playing with for the last hour. They dropped to the floor puled on to each other with the same plastic smiles looking up at me. I sped down the stairs like a cheater looking for its prey. When I reached the bottom a whiff of dinner hit my face. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. It smelled like mashed potatoes and chicken. I resisted the urge to go check and went straight to the living room. The T.V. was on and seemed to have my brother’s full attention. My brother was seven years older than me and we shared a striking resemblance. My mom and dad were next to each other on the opposite end of the couch. My mom had a pillow

It was three a.m. in the morning, and I had just crawled into my comfy bed. Being that I was twenty one and working at Pizza Hut till one a.m. this was a normal ritual. I heard my phone text alert go off, but I just wanted to get some much needed sleep. Being it had to be a pointless text since it was so late I ignored it. Suddenly my phone ring, it was my younger sister, Amanda, who was seventeen at the time “You need to come get me from Amber’s house”, is all she said very quietly. “Wait it’s three in the morning and you want me to come get you?” Amanda started quickly talking about being at Amber’s house, a party and cops. By now I was anxiously awake, getting dressed and finding my keys. I didn’t know the whole story yet, but it

It’s late and I have no concentration to do any homework. Instead, I open up my fifth diary and open to a random page. I squint at the scrawling letters under dim light. October 30, my birthday: Today I turn 10 and it’s really scary to think about. I laugh at this. I think it’s a good day to reflect. I read all her future dreams which has dramatically changed over the years. I read about the worries she has regarding herself and how she’ll turn out in ten years. I assure her that all has turned out relatively well. I get to the last sentence and pause. In messy pink glitter ink, she writes: If you’re reading this in the future, I have some questions for you. First, do you still want to be a surgeon (hell no), and do you still suck at math (hell yes). Whatever you do, I hope you’re happy and you still look at the moon and think its following you. I think the moon is great and I hope you do so

The moment I was informed about this oral history report, only one person came to my mind when deciding who to compose this project about. This person was my grandfather. He was an inspiration in my life. This project has given me the opportunity to reflect back onto my grandfather’s stories and historical accomplishments for on March 19, 2012 was the day my grandfather Richard “Joel” Pettingell left this earth. There was no such thing as a dull moment in my grandfather’s life. The time I got to spend with my grandfather filled my head with only a faction of the life he lived. To help elaborate on the high lights of my grandfather’s historical moments, I interviewed my uncle James Pettingell. During the interview we chronologically

Why are you surprised? What would you expect from a person like me. My parents abandoned me when I was 16. I was of my own and had to fend for myself in the City of Cleveland. I had no money,no home, and no direction. I had no one to take care of me. One day I decided I had to do something in order to change my situation, and I didn’t care what the consequence would be. While walking back to the alley where I slept and kept my belongings, I had passed a dry cleaners. I decided at that moment this was where my plan was going to happen. Now I know, that if I was to rob the little, old ladies dry cleaners, I would most likely get sent to jail for five years. However at that time I didn’t care because jail was better than what I had back

As she walked out of my room, I stared at the last thing that I took from my sisters room. Some dark, shimmery bag that smelt of roses and had the words “Beauty is pain” on it, I liked the saying so I grabbed it. I zipped open the bag and peered inside. There sat what looked like tiny chap stick, some type of splotchy stuff for your face, and this shiney stuff that was “not for eating” but I took a lick any way. I looked at the clock and it was 6:45.

It wasn’t until the morning of Saturday, May 21, 2016 that I realized what the true feeling of unconditional love was. The moment a parent looks into his or her child’s eyes there is just so much love it’s unbelievable. People think they know what love is when they love a significant other, family member, or a close friend; however, that love is nothing compared to the love a parent experiences the day his or her child is born. That is the love I felt the moment I placed my beautiful baby boy on my chest.

I am Rob Geis; a simple guy, not too exquisite. I was also a pretty decent writer before things went south; although the measly royalties from my book sales would tell you otherwise... Heh... Guess people just aren't into interesting stuff anymore. Most of them would prefer to go online and search up cat videos to pass the time instead.

It was a pleasant morning on June 5th. The birds where chirping and the sound of the wind brushing through the trees.

2 was home with just my two brothers. It was an ordinary summer afternoon. The wind blowing, the 3birds tweeting. Not a problem in sight. Until I took a short nap and rose a few hours later. My eyes 4quickly opened to a vexatious sound. A continues ticking which messed with my head. Tick-tock 5tick-tock over and over again. I took a deep breath and calmed down for a second. Then, the 6monstrous noise hit me again. I couldn’t take it anymore. I got up off of the bed and intensely ran into 7my brother 's room.

From the moment we are born, we begin to die. This is a piece of information we all learn in life but for some, we learn this lesson too soon. When I was 12 years old, I learned that my grandfather was very sick with a threatening illness that would snatch the air from his lungs. My grandfather had Stage IV lung cancer. Over the course of the Summer of 2006, I watched the once statuesque man that was my grandfather grow frail and disappear before my eyes. If I was not in his home, we were at the hospital or doctor’s office running test after test. Each time a different angel with scrubs, better known as a nurse, would come into his room to check on him. Whenever these angels were around, I felt a sense of calm come over the room. Being

April 6th, 302 NU. That was the day I was born. I guess you could say I was one of the first new beings to inhibit our new world. Our parental units were those whom, had traveled here decades before to start this “NU” or New Universe. Since our world is the only planet in existence we had to develop a society from the bare bones of our natural state. After The Great Decay of the 21st Century, many of my ancestors decided they had to leave their current planet and develop a better way of societal living. Due to traumatic experiences we do not ask the elders about their knowledge on the Unknown Planet and our past lessons do not educate us on the pre-planet lifestyle. Our new habitat was the planet of Neuhukama. My unit populates the private