The Story Of My Life

Then, my mom had just arrived from work, at Banner Gateway as a microbiologist, and a future Physician Assistant. Since she had just come home, she was extremely exhausted after working from 7:00 p.m to 6:00 a.m, so she went straight to sleep. After the most amazing breakfast ever, my dad, little sister and I left the house at 7:53 a.m, as I remember exactly. Everything was perfectly normal, until my dad got a call. We still hadn’t left our neighborhood when my aunt had ever so mysteriously called my dad screaming over the cell phone. After hearing this, I knew something really terrible happened and would effect my family forever. I wasn’t sure what happened, but I was willing to figure it all out. My aunt lived in the same neighborhood as my family, so we turned the car around and zoomed towards her house as fast as we could. As my father opened his door and hustled out of the car, I had

It was cold on the night of November 14th. My friend, her boyfriend and I were walking to Walmart, planning on getting cake ingredients for my friend’s grandmother’s birthday. On our way there my surroundings seemed rather quiet for it being Angola. I felt like something was wrong like something had happened. But I continued to toss the feeling aside and just walked the path that leads to the parking lot. I couldn’t help but look in between the trees that held pitch black darkness. I was worried that was where troubles may lie, I was wrong. My real problem all started with a simple phone call.

I was born with a curious mind. When I was four years old, I enjoyed dissecting insects. It was fun exploring the structures of living organisms. Sometimes the grasshoppers I caught will blow a black liquid bubble from their mouths, which looked like it permanently stained the grass hopper’s upper body when popped. That practice sounds cruel, but I wanted to know the physical differences between humans and arthropods. During that same age, the importance of religion intrigued me. I wondered the reason people devoted themselves entirely to a religious book, that according to the religious believers, was created by God. My mom always told me, “God is a God, because he has never performed a sin”. After my mom telling me those controversial words, I did not understand why my Catholic Bible book said that the people who have broken some of the ten testaments from the Bible would go to hell. Why would they go to hell? I thought God supposed to always do the right thing, but not forgiving someone is the wrong thing, right? Clearly, religion was a very confusing topic to me when I was a girl.

When I was younger, things were so simple. I was getting good grades, winning spelling bees, and even making honor roll. Everything started going downhill when my parents seperated. As I got older things became more difficult. My teenage years were some of the hardest times of my life.

My story starts with a fourth grade classroom, three 9 year old girls, a love for writing, and one fantasy world. You can fill in the three unnamed 9 year old girls with the names Lilly, Tori, and Destiney. We were unstoppable. Together we dominated the fourth grade, in and outside the classroom. Every recess after lunch we would head out back behind our elementary school to what we called “The Trees.” It was literally just 10 or 12 trees spread out over a large yard, but to us, it became a vast world full of unicorns, leprechauns, and other magical beings. The three of us never failed at always coming up with exhilarating adventures, taking us to our magical land.

Over the course of my short life, I have been to every imaginable world. Of course, these simply exist in my mind. My mind, that tends to wander off to more places than anyone has ever been to. Using my mind as an example I have decided that I want to break out and travel the world, as many people on this planet do for one simple reason. They believe that by getting lost it is possible to find yourself. Questioning this theory that many seem to have engraved into their mind, I went on an adventure this summer with my favorite person in the universe, my grandmother. We got lost, believe me when I say this, yet instead of finding myself, I left with even more questions. Prague, a small city on a big planet, seemed to have the greatest impact on the thoughts that wander inside my head.

I used to complain about the way my life was. I would whine and cry, but I never did anything more than that. Until the day I realized I didn't want to live that way anymore, then everything changed. You see my life wasn't perfect, it isn't perfect, and will never be perfect. There was a point in my life when I felt like it had to be perfect because unfortunately I was cursed as a perfectionist. I wanted everything to be perfect. I wanted things to work exactly the way I wanted, but then one day I woke up. I realized that's not how the world works and I was going to have to get used to it. It was very complicated at first but in a way, I was able to get used to it. Of course, I still get, obsessive over things but I have found ways to overcome that.

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.

After my wife passed away, I didn’t think there was much more meaning in my life. I knew eventually everybody passed from old age and I didn’t have much time left in my own life but I had hoped that what little I did have I could spend with my beloved wife, Ruth. We had been married 52 years before the angel of death came and took away my light in the middle of the night. At least she had passed silently and painlessly.

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 gave her a weak smile, my eyes just barely open. “It’s fine.” I stepped out of the line and found a seat next to the windows. I stifled a yawn, covering my mouth with the sleeve of my hoodie, and took out my laptop. I leaned against the window, and closed my eyes for a few seconds, letting the fatigue take over me. The past few hours were a series of last-minute study sessions and failed attempts to understand anything at all. My head felt filled to the brim with equations and terms, and I couldn’t wait to relax again.

Monday morning came and I couldn’t fucking believe this shit, out of four classes me and Haley had three together. Tuesday Morning and I couldn’t believe this shit again, out of two classes we were in both of them together. I thought about changing classes, but then what Kev said hit me like a ton of bricks. Why cry over it instead start working on making her mine. Honestly I didn’t know how to do this so like a sucker for the first week I snuck and stared at her. After a week or so, we ended up in a four person group to work on a group project. Just my luck, but hey it is what it is. The group met up in the library twice a week until we had the project completed. Once the project was completed, a few people decided to have a get

They began talking about writing people up regarding certified pieces and his leave time having to be put in on a Friday. He said “No, things are fine,” regarding writing people up.” He was talking about her cursing at him earlier in the morning and she said, “This is how we do.” He will say it and she will deny it to the fullest. He said, “you her hear right?” He said, “Let him get out of here,” joking and she said, “yeah before you get yourself in trouble because of what I’m smelling.” He points to the water bottle on her desk and says, “you sure it not you, or what you got in there.” She said, “Get out of here,” and then he left. I was send back out to help Marina on Route 9.

As a small child, I had always wished to meet the man of my dreams, start a family, and achieve success in the path I chose. As I grew, I learned about the world around me and myself. I learned these things gradually each small bit of information being picked up and put with other pieces, until one piece came along that was just a little bit bigger and more significant than the others.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.