The Happiest Year Of My Life

“Good,” was the girl’s reply. They walked out of his house and climbed his his run down car. The paint was chipped, and it needed new tires, but he adored it. They had decided to go get frozen yogurt, as a cool treat on a hot summer day. The frozen yogurt shop was packed to the brim with sweaty, smiling faces, in for their favorite flavor. As he sat down next to Paige on the curb with his slightly melted dessert, he thought about all the hard times he had just been

The Anthony Family decided to take a trip to yosemite national park to go camping. Their names were Vero, Chris, and Jacob. Vero at the time was pregnant and she decided to invite her niece Toni. Toni was so excited to be able to go on vacation with her aunt and uncle and cousin and cousin to be. Toni was looking forward to going have an adventure in the beautiful nature that surrounds her. She loves the outdoors and could stay outside the entire day going for, hikes,runs, and sitting in nature and admiring what a beautiful world God created for her.

It was an average day for the Jones family of Rockroad Drive. Laura and Billy Mr. and Mrs. Jones’s two youngest children were playing Soccer outside while their older sister Anna was in her room practicing her gymnastics and writing a new song for her band, The Galactic Wonders, to play at the upcoming school dance. Mr. Jones was downstairs watching the Dallas Cowboys on their flat screen television while Mrs. Jones was outside watching Laura and Billy play Soccer helping keep score when all of a sudden they heard a humongous squeal from Anna’s room. Mr. Jones ran up the steps as fast as he could to only find out that she had fallen off her bed while practicing her back tuck for gymnastics class and had probably broken her arm in

Caylee got to her room and slammed her back to her bed. She covered herself with the comforter. Her face had been bright red as tears streamed down her face. She tried to think of what could cheer her up. Erin, Caylee’s best friend had always made her happy. Caylee grabbed her phone and to avoid anyone hearing her cry, she had texted

Naomi Bellacotte had awoken from the nap at the sound of a heavy book falling off of her bed. The ebony haired, green eyed girl was suppose to meet her best friend roughly half an hour ago so when she saw her side table clock it was no wonder the first words out of her mouth were, "Oh shit!" Naomi was going to culinary school and her best friend had no business anywhere near a stove top so she was planning on spending as much time with him as possible. Three weeks today she broke up with her ex, as he had cheated on her and Michael had nailed him good in the face. the very thought made her smile. Thankfully her best friend was only five houses down the block so she slipped on her boots, fixed her grey short layered shirt, and dead pool tank top before heading out the door. Her long ebony locks were pulled back into one tuggable ponytail. Naomi's parents were on a seven day cruise while she opted out to spend more time with her best friend. She offered to cook them dinner and then they were suppose to have a movie night.

“Where have you been?” I hear the second I walk through the front door. My hand slowly crept its way across the wall struggling to find the light switch. I turned it on fully expecting to see my Aunt sitting in the living room with her arms cross and a stern look on her face. Instead, I flick it on to see my cousin standing right beside me with a worried look on her face. “I thought something happened when you didn’t come home. The town is so small you couldn’t possibly get lost. So a kidnapping was the only rational solution,” she blurted.

“Kylie! What are you doing?” Kris screamed at me, but I could barely hear her. “Hey! We are going to miss our bus!” she sounded like she was miles away. I still continued on, walking through the door, then walking down the hallway toward the gym. I opened up the gym door, and I saw Mr. Haggins, our gym teacher, turn and look at me. I started to sputter random words out.

Goodluck having a good time now,” Laurel walked away cackling like a witch. Jackie looked around at all the people she considered to be her friends. Every single one of them chose Laurel over her. Jackie took one last look at the people she once had loved and turned around. She ran as fast as she could in her too tight jeans to the soccer bleachers. She ran up to the very top of them and went into the corner where the top fence met the side railing and sat down. She looked up at the sky trying to get the tears to go back into her eyes, but her efforts were fruitless. She gave up and let the tears pour out of her eyes. Jackie never cried, but now, more than ever, she couldn’t hold it in. Every emotion she had held inside of her from the past few days was coming out now. She cried for what seemed like forever. After her reservoir of tears was all dried up Jackie pulled herself together and got her phone out to text her dad to come and get

“C’mon Alyssa!” She grabbed my hand and yanked me out of my frozen state, Practically lifting me off my feet. My heartbeat sped up I could hear nothing but the sound of heavy footsteps behind me, my heartbeat, my deep heavy breaths. The foot steps behind me weren't running but walking, walking after us. We ran up into her yard and opened her door fast and slammed it shut. I watched in shock as her fiddled with lock on the door.

The ride to school was awkward. Since his father had to go in early for work at the new Overhaul and Repair center the next town over, Dante had to be driven to his first day of school by his soon-to-be stepmother, Laura. It wasn’t that Dante hated Laura or that she wasn’t a nice person. She just wasn’t that intelligent, and it was beyond annoying having to deal with her sometimes. It was quite cramped in the metallic blue ‘99 Pontiac Firebird with Laura’s 8 year old son, Ryan in the back seat, sitting quietly, as the sports car trawled the streets of Lawndale, Maryland.

Ashley scheduled an appointment to check on the baby and radiated off her family’s encouragement. Thankfully, her baby was completely healthy. Although Ashley wanted another chance at raising a girl, she’d be having her third boy. “I remember the disappointment, but only a few short minutes later, I was overjoyed. My baby was healthy—no defects.” Her eyes gleamed and her mouth turned upward at the corners, producing a bigger smile each second. With the colors of fall behind her, Ashley looked beautifully

“I thought at first that she was a ghost and cried a lot.” Sophia’s eyes glossed over as if reliving the experience. I was about to get up to ask for a box of tissues when she glanced over at me and stopped me. “Please don’t. I need to tell you this in one sitting for her and to have the kidnapper stopped.” There was a lengthy pause as she braced herself to continue and this time with tears slowly falling down her cheek. “She didn’t move for a long time as she just let me cry. I think at some point I fell asleep and when I woke up again two guys were there to give us our food.” There was an even longer silence. Sophia had stopped crying and had a puzzled look again.

Danni contemplated turning around and going only god knows where but before Danni could decide she was yanked out of her thoughts by an abnormally loud horn blaring from a car. Sighing she jerked her bike forward and away from the packed Diner. Danni's figure biked down a wide road, not quite leisurely, for her large backpack hanging off of her back had started to dig into their shoulders, but happy. The girl was happy because of the easy escape, she had left the commotion of the town many times. The girl smiled there was the worn path down to the center of her small town, snaking through the trees to meet the rocky dirt roads. Danni had always loved the buzz of the new, the thrill of the unknown, the seeking of new answers that push her limits.

Adding to her grief was the very recent death of her parents due to an auto accident. Their celebration of life services had been held just two days before. They had been people she could always talk to and lean on during her hard times. They had named her Precious since her dad often stated the first time he had been with her Mom, was one of the most precious times of his life.

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.