The Life Of My Life

As a child I learned early on that, I loved being unique. I wore what I wanted to wear and did what I wanted to do. No matter how deranged I looked I could care less of what people’s opinions were of me. It wasn’t until middle school, I realized it's abnormal to be different . My wardrobe consisted of what I thought was appropriate and comfortable to wear, but my friends wore shirts that went up to their belly button and shorts that stopped at their buttcheeks. I knew that what they wore wasn’t God honoring and overly sexual for a 8th grader, but I wanted to become just another face in the crowd. I conformed to peer pressure, even though I was bigger in height than most girls and had a different body shape I wanted to look like them. I spent fifty dollars on one shopping trip for two articles of clothing just to fit in. Unlike the other girls, I didn't have parents with money overflowing out of their pockets. I spent money that I saved from weeks of making mustard in Chinatown for two shirts that I didn't even feel comfortable wearing and thus began years of self loathing.

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The most difficult time in my life was the summer of last year to the summer of this year. During that time I was put on medication, assaulted, left a school I loved because to fear, failed all my classes and even put into a mental institution. The hardships that I went through in the past year have given me a mindset that I would not have had without them. I'm left with the resolve of not letting those things hold me back and working as hard as I can. If I fail in my endeavors that's okay, I've seen what rock bottom can truly be and anything less than that has no chance of keeping me down.

One day not too Long ago, I lived a normal life, basically a normal teen life but maybe a little better. Perfect grades, perfect family, perfect friends. I loved my life, I didn’t want anything to change. Everyday was basically the same I’d wake up happy to see my friends, even if I had to go to school. But I actually like school I don’t know why people wouldn’t like school, it forms your future and lets you have a better, stronger life. My friends are very close to me we basically know everything about each other, which gets creepy every once and awhile but I still love them. Their all like my second family and nothing could ever get in the way of our friendship. We invented each other to everything so no one feels left out, and did ever club together, even if we didn’t like it, but we still did it because we love each other. Until one day a new girl came at first nobody really noticed her. But after awhile she somehow got closer to my friends. She would sit with us at lunch, talk with us in the morning, and after awhile she was in about all the group chats, even the ones we didn’t really use. I felt a little left out, I mean she was getting all this attention and all I knew about her would be her name, Anna. Everyone was paying attention to her and I just felt like a ghost on the side. Which I had never felt that way I was normally the one getting all the attention, everyone wanted to talk with me, but now Anna’s getting all the attention. Somehow she started as a

I am part of an awesome family of four, including my mom, and my two brothers, Logan and Christian, it used to be five, but my parents divorced and I never talk to my dad anymore for hurting us. We've always been a close family with big hearts for God. My family and I moved to Michigan and shortly after we moved I joined a youth group at St.george's church, it was awesome for me to build friendship and to get much closer to God. Darkness entered my life over time, I began to feel weird, a smile I had every day had vanished. I began to see or hear things that aren't there about thoughts of death. I began to lose faith in god. My life felt like it got lost.

I cannot believe my life. Every day, I wake up, with not much sleep, knowing of the tiring labour that is to come. Stitching, weaving, mending, spinning, harvesting and nursing. It’s no wonder waking up at 3 am isn’t a problem for me. My husband practically has it the same. He must go out to the lord’s farm, tending to the crops and plants. We both hate the summer season. Since he has to work, from dusk to dawn, his work hours will be longer. And now we’ll have to work harder since there is a lot of harvest in summer.

I was eight years old, all I could think about was my family. How was I gonna go to school? Would I lose my friends? Would I ever see my brother again? I would write about my family breaking up. My writing was on a piece of printer paper with pens, (I wasn’t allowed to have markers at my mom’s house). She wasn’t home much so I would write about the boys she brought home. How some of them had tattoos and some of them had cool, funky hair.

My life has been cut short by an impending deadline that has been placed upon me. I’m dying of cancer, and I don’t want to be. No matter how much I act like I’m not scared, I’m terrified. Not by death itself, but by not living. The future was always something I had worried about. I had so much time. So much time that I let it slide through my fingers like worthless pennies. But the truth is, time is a thief, stealing everything I dream for and there’s nothing I can do about it.

My life has been the same for three years. Yes that's right three years. Ever since my dad has left life geot me and my mom pretty good. My Dad left me and my Mom when I was five so I really have no memory of him at all. Then when I was eleven the worst thing happened. My mom got super sick. At that time life got pretty hard. My mom had a hard time keeping up with her job and eventually her house payments. When I was thirteen my Mom was permanently moved into a hospital my mom had assistance by nurses until I was seventeen. The doctors still couldn't figure out what was wrong with my mom so they sent us home and told us that eventually my mom would die. I've been my mom's personal assistant and nurse know for over a year and I knew what needed to happen. I decided for my mom’s sake and mine to move to Ccleveland, Ohio and leave our little city in India behind in hopes to find out what's wrong with my mom. I wish my life was easier.. I wish I had a more normal life but no I’m lLike a nurse that doesn't get paid. I wish I had more freedom.

I don’t remember being created, but I suppose that no one really does. I do remember moving to where I currently live though. I remember his hands gripping my frame, and the look on his face. His smile was spread wide from the cheek to cheek, revealing a set of teeth that was no longer whole. The sun shone orange off of the whites of his eyes and revealed little specks of green and gold where they otherwise looked like mud. He talked, but he wasn’t talking to me. I suppose that creators rarely speak directly to what they created. “Maybe I’ll actually be able to sell this one. I really think I might be able to.” He took a few steps backward across the hard wooden floor before placing his hands, his thin fingers, in contorted forms against

The afternoon prayers from the mosque down the block, drowned out the harsh metal sounds Mum was making with her pots and pans. I wondered when she got up to cook, an early riser myself, I heard her bustling about in the kitchen before dawn. The aroma of fresh rosemary and cranberries made my stomach make the most horrid noise, as I had skipped breakfast, but for this occasion, it was worth the wait.

Jenny A. Taylor was anxiously awaiting for a little ding to come from her phone. She made a dating profile online, and her phone would notify if someone messaged her. 'What if nobody likes my profile? What did I even write?' She was a little high when she was writing it afterall. She pulled out her phone and went on DreamPerson.

The white hallways are endless. My feet clash against the cold tile floor as I run towards the receptionist desk of Oahu General. The woman in teal green scrubs that is manning the desk looks taken aback by my sudden presence.

Before September of my eighth grade year my life was close to perfection. I had a great group of friends. My grades were where they should be and I was getting ready to make my decision on where I was going to attend high school. Not only did I become the most happy I had ever been, the people around me were also happy. Everything was going according to plan in my life. There were no hiccups or bumps in the road of my life. At this peak, everything fell apart from there, or at least that is what it felt like.

On February, 12, 2014, I woke up very anxious and scared knowing that the day of my surgery had finally arrived. I looked out the window and everything was covered by a white and fluffy snow. Winter service trucks were clearing the roads and neighbors shoveling the heavy snow in their drive ways. As a reflection of my bad mood, I wore the simplest cloth I had, knowing that I wasn’t going to have fun but, a surgery. As I was going down the stairs, I smelled a fantastic aroma of coffee and fresh bread which made me suffer because I couldn’t eat or drink anything. After saying goodbye to my sisters, I got inside the car and my father drove us to the hospital. It wasn’t one of the best days of my life but, I knew that after that scary day I would have a better lifestyle.