The Perfect Day

Where am I? I open my eyes to slits and see blurry figures in front of me, chattering away. I can't quite make out who these people are because I can barely open my eyes fully without feeling like I'll drift back into sleep. After a minute or two, my eyes and ears begin to adjust, and I found myself lying on the grass.

I awoke on a cool summer morning, at first I wasn't completely there but then, a chill of excitement ran down my spine as I realized my family was going camping today. I ran down stairs past the mountains of camping supplies and clothes to talk to my parents in the kitchen. They said we were leaving soon and that I should start packing all of the supplies into our trusty old Ford Expedition. After about 20 minutes of packing our SUV to the brim with all of the things we would need to survive in the wilderness for a few days, we said goodbye to our three cats and headed for Steelville Missouri.

I woke up in my comfortable bed and walked downstairs. I walked to the door that leads outside and opened it. I could smell the fresh air of the country. It has been a week since I moved from New York. I use to live in a crowded suburb in New York City where I couldn’t smell the fresh air. Now that I moved to South Carolina with my wife and two children, I think my life is taking a turn for the better. I live right on the coast, so I also get an excellent view of the ocean from my porch. I continued to breath the fresh air for a while longer. After about five minutes of standing there, I went inside and closed the door. The rest of my family was still upstairs sleeping. I went to the kitchen and started to cook breakfast. The smell of freshly

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

As I continued to relax, the chirping of birds, whirring bike wheels and clinking chains, chatting runners, and the low grumble of running engines disturbed me. Looking for tranquility, I sat up abruptly to move, gathering my phone, keys, and water bottle. I took a glance around my surroundings and left. However, there was no escaping the noise surrounding me.

I no longer stare at the mirror in search for my reflection, but for an intelligent yet bloodcurdling thought. The idea gives me monstrous joy and causes a slight whisper to escape my lips, “freedom”. The word constantly repeats like a broken record in my head, urging me to fulfil this

Today wasn’t your average day. I woke up with an awkward huge smile that stretched from ear to ear. Obviously I was over anxious, and filled with excitement, like on those rare days your mom treats you to dinner. It was all because today was my best friend’s birthday! From the vibrant blue skies to the aroma of breakfast with unfortunately had passed, that aside today was going to be perfect or so I thought.

Dave had gone out for the day. I can’t even remember what he was doing. But I can definitely remember what I was doing. I had one more chapter of the book. The book that could show the world what it was like to have no freedom. Then I heard some noise coming from the back of the house. I thought it was one of the security men coming to check if I was alright. I never thought that anyone else could be in the house. Then the door opened I felt sick as if someone had just punched me in the stomach.

I had been driving for two hours, but I didn’t care. Beams of sunlight glimmered through the gaps between buildings, and the cityscape was alive with light. It was a good day for diving, and I was a good driver. It was a perfect combination and I couldn’t help but smile. Mom undid the windows and her smile matched mine as her long grey hair danced in the rushing air. “Enjoying it, Mom?” I asked, waking her from a trance. “Yes, Robert” she replied, her voice cooler than the morning. The engine purred smoothly as I navigated the car gently through the turnpikes sharp curve. Ahead, a large truck spouted black stacks of exhaust high into the air, leaving a path clear of traffic in its wake. Behind it, a lone blue convertible cruzed comfortably, taking advantage of the now open road. Despite being a couple of

Freedom is a sensational feeling you don’t get everyday and this story tells just how free a women feels after realizing her husband is not dead. Mrs.Mallard's sister came into her house, to tell news about her husband's death because Mrs.Mallard cannot be surprised or feel a strong feeling cause she has heart problems. As her sister is there trying to explain what happened her husbands friend comes to spread the tragic news on her husband and there’s a newspaper on who was killed in the big accident. She slowly rushed herself to her room and shut the door and locked it and her sister tries to get in and make sure she doesn’t do anything wrong and Mrs.Mallard

Every day is like a never ending cycle; wake up, eat breakfast, go to school, come home, eat dinner, then go to bed. I could never escape it, until today. Today was different. Today was my birthday and I woke up feeling merrier than ever. Every time I have a birthday Mum makes rolls with currant jam, scrambled eggs and my favorite type of sausage, that is the only thing I like about birthday’s. We lived in Sanok, Poland, my parents worked a tailor. I cherish the time that I get to spend with them. I cleaned myself up and went downstairs. When I came downstairs there was no breakfast on our little table, no Mum or Dad greeting me when I got downstairs, the atmosphere of the room was dull and devastating. I do not know why? Did my family forget

I gazed outside my window, looking up to the crystal clear sky that appeared to mirror my own image if I looked close enough. The sun was out, shining bright per usual but with a hint of sparkle. The weather was a perfect way to start my day, but per usual my brother and his friends were outside playing an intense game of basketball. Up and down the ball would dribble, “whump whump” until one of them would shoot, “swish” going in the net, this causing them to burst into a loud celebration. Nine year old me always found the daily routine of my brother and his peers annoying.

Today is the day I get to start my life over. I get to reset my destiny by making good choices using the lessons I have learned from my past. As I walk around the prison for the very last time, I try to take in everything that I see and smell so I never, ever forget. I don’t want to ever be in here again. I grabbed my bag of possessions, the only things that I have to my name. My one shirt, one pair of shorts and my shoes. I ran out the door as fast as I could when the gates opened. I don't know where I am going to go or where I will end up but it doesn’t matter because I am free. As I walk, I think about my life. My past. I think about what would have happened if I had not robbed the dry cleaners. I end up at what used to be an old parking lot but now is a beautiful garden. I was very intrigued by the garden and all the people that were gardening in it. It was a beautiful sight to see so many diverse people and so many cultures all working together. It was just amazing and effected in a way I had never felt before. To have a place like this, a beautiful garden that brings everyone together as a community and as friends. At one of the most peaceful and deepest moments in my life, I suddenly became overwhelmed with great sadness and guilt. I looked across the garden and through all the people saw the old woman whose dry cleaners that I had robbed. I felt the need to get closer to her because I wanted to tell her how sorry I was for

Sitting on my mother’s bed with my two younger sisters, our eyes are overflowing with tears and I step out of the room.Their yelling is all I focus on instead of taking action. My parents are arguing over nothing, as usual. My heart begins to beat at the pace of a butterfly’s wing and I freeze. The volume of their argument has increased and I attempt to persuade them that this argument can be solved in a more positive way. I remember the fear I felt when I saw my mother crying immensely, it was gut-wrenching. My father was standing in front of her, I knew he was going to hit her because it was not the first time this had happened.

I’m sure you’ve noticed by the postage stamp, that I’ve already left the place of my agony. Everything is over – I’m free. Free as a bird: burnt nest, baby birds killed. I’ve chucked away the chains, but my arms remain shackled.