The Road Monologue

Today was going exceptionally well for me. My mom said we were going apple picking. We get there and play for a while. After a while we decide to go on the tractor. We hop onto the back of the wagon and go riding on the short trail. When we arrive, I see rows and rows of trees with apples hanging off of the hands of their arms. “It’s time to go apple picking!” I think to myself excitedly.

Gave the worst people the best parts of me Don’t know why it’s so hard for me To tell you not to talk to me Crying ‘till I fall asleep And I’m tired of friends insulting me So I blame myself for falling in love with the wrong woman I question God like what the hell I’m supposed to learn from it

One day, I could be hanging out at my friends after school, shooting for the 3 pointer and making those slick rebounds. Just then I could blink without the fear of being blind for those hundreds of milliseconds, I could suddenly end up at graduation, ready to embark in a new journey with new friends with most of my old friends gone, making me wish for a better appreciation of those golden moments. This measure of existence’s endless duration drives me insane; exactly how is 1 hour an hour? An hour for me could last 40 minutes, 25 minutes or even 10 minutes. Yet, as time does really fly by the second, it has shown me something I could appreciate over time. As my journey goes on, I’ve lost friends and missed opportunities and I could only reminisce

Every day is always the same: wake up, run, school, gymnastics practice, pick up Sarah, eat, homework, sleep, repeat. I like how my life is, sure it isn’t super exciting, but that’s okay. And I certainly didn’t think it would ever change, until today. It started out like any other day, I woke up, went for a run and then got my cousin and I ready for school. I dropped her off at the middle school and went up to the college that I am studying at. I only have one class today so I walk in, sit down and take notes on the lecture. Then I pack up and head to the gym. I work on my routine for the competition this weekend and then when I finish I head to the showers and quickly scrub the sweat and chalk off of my body and get dressed. I got into my

There I was sitting, hoping I would come closer to finishing a dreadful class assignment, pushing a cheap pencil that could give my fingers skin peeling blisters in a few more strokes. It was a frigid Saturday night during October, I looked out the window smeared with water due to condensation and noticed the sky was a rich navy, smoked clouds began to settle behind the steep mountains and the wind was giving a gentle cry. Ruddy brown leaves were twisting off their branches and rocked back and forth until I imagined listening to them make a hushed scratch on the asphalt. The night was too beautiful to ignore, so I tossed my pencil over my shoulder and thought I deserved to enjoy my weekend. The homework made me forget I was hungry from all

That day I realized that I had so much more time to do things, after helping my mom clean the kitchen and living room. I had nothing else to do, so I went to my room and I was super bored I had no idea what to do with all the time. I would just go on my phone scroll through images and essentially do nothing. That day I realized that I spend a lot of time just going up and down the stairs trying to find something that I could do. At night I found it to be difficult for me to go to sleep because I had nothing to watch on my phone that would eventually make me sleepy. So I just layed there for an hour or so staring at the ceiling. The next day was better because I didn’t spend a lot of time at home, that morning I woke up pretty late. So I just grabbed something to eat and went to class, after class I went to walmart. I ended getting home until six, when I got home I ate, did some of the readings, and went over my notes. The difficult part about Monday was again going to sleep, it wasn’t as easy when I wasn’t able to use my laptop. Tuesday was a little more boring because after getting home from school, I didn’t do anything I was just walking around the house finding random things that popped into my head.

The morning sunshine seeped through the cracks between my shutters, lighting up my room. I could hear the clock ticking and the rays of sunlight bouncing off of my eyelids. I barely got any sleep last night because I was ecstatic that tomorrow was, my birthday! I jumped up out of bed, how could I have forgotten that it was my birthday? Suddenly all of my drowsiness turned it into excitement and I jumped up, throwing the red gradient quilt off of my bed. I slowly walked out of my room, making very little noise, checking to see if anyone else was awake. I peeked through the intricate staircase railings and tried to spot anyone downstairs, no one was in sight. I tiptoed down the cream coloured stairs, reached the bottom and got startled when my mom yelled, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”, her voice bouncing off the walls of house. A grin so big spread across my face, I couldn’t believe I was turning four years old!

My day started like every other day. Laying in bed and unwinding until you have the energy to actually get out of bed and be productive. Except, it really wasn’t. It was August of 2014, beginning of the school year. I had lived on a street called Larsen Lane nearly all of my life, and had gone to the same school all my life, too. We should’ve been getting ready for school, but our parents decided we should take the day off. This kind of unwinding was different because my brother and I had slept on just mattresses; our bed frames had already been packed. Our room was just plain. The blue walls had stayed here ever since we had got them painted years ago, but that was it. The stickers we collected on our sliding glass doors to our closet were all taken off. I laid there, bland and lifeless, on the verge of tears even, thinking about the choice that could set me up for middle school. Our mom settled herself in bed with us, comforting us so we would couldn’t get too overwhelmed by the emotions of leaving behind our old life.

Days are built hour by hour. An hour can fly by when the sixty minutes that string together this slice of life are connected to fun times. Most of you know what I’m saying here. However, most of us spend time like we have an endless supply of it. Even if the saying “Time flies when you’re having fun” is true it doesn’t mean you will ever recapture those soaring seconds but for remembrance alone. Time flies but time also dies. However long man has recorded our daily cycles, each day dies at the end of its twenty-four hour life span. Twelve of those mostly brighter by daylight and twelve of those mostly darker by nightfall. Once they pass, that day has passed away never to return or be resurrected for that matter.

When I opened my eyes, it was just like any other day. The first thing I did, was close them again. I had always loved to sleep in. I could never bare the thought of leaving the comfort of my bed to the cold, harsh weather right away, yet alone to come to school. “I can only delay the inevitable” I thought, as I regrettably rolled out of bed to begin the long day ahead. I made my way towards the bathroom to brush my teeth, making sure to say hello to my dog, Gabe, as I passed by. Upon entering the bathroom, I reached for my toothbrush and caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My brown hair was a mess as always, but I could barely tell without my glasses on. My hazel eyes pierced the mirror, standing out like a bright light in the dark room, but they were slightly covered by my glasses. I made note of my messy hair as I continued to brush my teeth, and once I was finished, left the room. Upon leaving the bathroom, I went down the stairs to eat breakfast. I looked thoroughly through the fridge, hoping for some easy to make leftovers, but unfortunately none were left. I sighed, and went to make myself bacon and eggs for the morning. After letting the dog out and washing my hands, I wolfed them down and went back upstairs to brush my hair. I checked to make sure I had everything I needed for school, even though I had already checked the night before, and grabbed my keys to drive to school.

It was a warm autumn day the leaves scratching against my window the birds singing a wonderful tune the sun raising making the once dark sky live again, my alarm clock goes off the emptiness of my house no one in here but myself, I take a gander at my clock 7:30

The rest of the day had gone by pretty quick. When we looked at the clock, it was 5:52 p.m.. We again pondered our eyes upon the clock and now it was 1:27 a.m.. Wow, how time flies. This made me realize how short our lives are, and how we should cherish these moments with the ones we love. And on the

My brother, sister, and I were alone in our house. My parents were at work. That meant I had nothing to do. I tromped down the stairs in such a dreary state. I really wanted to do two things: go to my sixth grade open house tomorrow, and move my room around, which mom said I have to wait until Friday (three days from today) to do! At the end of summer, I always start to longingly wish for school to start, because I have nothing to do. Well, it isn’t exactly that I don’t have anything to do, but I mope around the house all day every day anyways, because there is nothing that I want to do. I plopped down on the couch with a heaving sigh.

It is a sunny morning. I am home with my stepfather and brothers. The clouds seem perfectly shaped as they swivel in the sky. The birds whistle a tune no morning has heard and the trees dance as the breeze whips. I am stuck indoors, and I am missing what seems to be the perfect day. My brother is leaving to head to basketball camp. My other brother is heading to work. Today was going to be a day with just my stepdad and me. He prepares breakfast for me, and the smell captivates my senses. I stop staring out the window and head to the bathroom and then to the table to eat. This is the perfect day.

Nighttime came all too quickly. I was in my purple-painted room, laboriously working on my homework while sitting on my bed—my designated desk since I didn’t actually have one. Outside my door, my mom was bustling about in the kitchen looking for who knows what and my little brother was probably in his room secretly playing some sort of online game. It was a typical evening. Normally my dad would be home watching sports whatever, but instead, he was at his annual one-week long fishing trip with my oldest brother Mike. Mike was in college, and we rarely saw him anymore.