The Tale Of A Story : The Story Of My Story

I am who I am. I talk to each and every one of you everyday. I promise you that you know me well. I will tell you a story that takes place in a particular town, where as strange as it was, no one left, and no one entered it. It existed just as you and I did, breathing, living, and suffering.

Imagine being stuck in a car upside down on a beautiful day. This was an extremely scary situation, considering I was three and my mom was pregnant. It was just an ordinary day heading over to my Nana and Pop pop's house in Medford NJ when all the sudden “BOOM” some random man hit us from behind sending us into a pile up of three other cars before landing in a ditch upside down.

Ryder stared at the ultra ball in his hand as N and Gladion sat in front of him. He stared at it for a minute before spinning it.

“They hope to have the central heating system up by fall. For now, we still have to light lots of fires and keep warm other ways. I warned Lia that it’s a work in progress and that we’ll still be roughing it in some areas.”

"I am so sorry that I hurt that person," I said, "I did not mean to hurt anyone!" "You must

I was born in Portland, when i was five years old my mom moved to Mexico she had a lot of problems with the law. My two sisters and i stayed with my dad. My sisters names are Cindy and Estrella, Cindy is 18 years old and Estrella is 19 years old. At first when we were with my dad it was hard because we were really used to have mom around the house. My dad needed to work a lot so i would just spend my time with babysitters, i hated all my babysitters all the kids were so annoying. There was only one babysitter that i really liked, her name was Noemi she was like my second Mom she show me a lot of things of life, like saying thank you to people and saying please. She just showed me how to be a better person. When i turn 11 years old Noemi stopped babysitting me because she moved really far from beaverton, i was really upset when she left but she would always tell me that i am always welcome to go to her house. After Noemi stopped babysitting me i would stayed with my two sisters at home.

There was darkness. Nothingness. Except the excruciating pain. But with pain came existence, and with existence hope. Then, slowly, Jacob lifted his head from the ground. As his blurry vision cleared, many things came to him: the fire raging on the wing, the plane lurching as it fell, and the last frozen second before impact.

Never thought about writing my story ‘cause only famous people have stories and I‘m not famous but I have a story. Seldom have I told my story publically but on that particular day I decided to share it. I was in New York to receive an award. I went to the front of the room and as I delivered my acceptance speech I began to recount my journey. I was perplexed because I could hear sniffles and women crying too. I raised my head and there was Mom, tears rolling down her cheeks. Wow, Mom crying too. What did I say?

One day there was a group of friends that always get along with each other, there was no fight, no detestation between each other. They were in high school additionally the princess Victoria peregrinated to school, she didn't like being treated different from others she wanted to be the same as other people. Everything was going fine, and then Victoria met a trustworthy girl denominated Maria and they were so close friends. But Maria was just utilizing Victoria and to know all her questions and, to make fun of her later on behind her back without knowing. They all wanted to have fun so they went down to frozen dihydrogen skating rink, but Noe didn't know how to skate, so Victoria tough him and Maria wanted to verbally express something which she did she verbalized “he knows how to skate but, he just wants your avail Victoria” and she laughed to herself. She knew Victoria’s powers and she didn’t tell anyone about it so she wanted her weakness and to hurt her, so all her people visually perceive what her family been obnubilating. Everyone loved Victoria she was the amicable person you ever know and avails you with your problems, and Maria takes her and just used Victoria just for her powers because she know’s what she can do.

Death is the thing you hear and known about but never truly know until you face it. I never thought death would frighten me until I was looking at my mom in the hospital; her face bruised from going unconscious and hitting the floor from what the doctors diagnosed her with “unclassified cardiomyopathy”. Death not only caused me to worry for my family, but also even made me worry for my future. With almost losing a special person, I realized that life can suddenly be taken from you. Life is valuable and should not be taken for granted and to savor everything.

I was sitting on my bed reading my homework assignment. As I turned the pages I could hear the crisp paper flip over after each page turned. I set the book down on the soft comforter. and looked in the mirror. I thought about how everyone said I looked just like my dad. The freckles that overlined my face. The dark brown eyes with thick black eyelashes. I thought of his image in my head. The only thing that remained different were my eyes were filled with sadness. If there was one thing I would always remember about my dad was that his eyes were always filled with happiness, excitement, or sympathy. I felt my face slightly redding. My eyes welled up with tears. I felt a big lump in my throat that I attempted to swallow. I felt the tear drip down my face. The tear fell close to my mouth and I could taste the salt from it that followed. I wiped my tears quickly, and stared at the picture of my dad. Then I told myself that if he were here he would want me to help mom, and take care of her. I thought of how I saw my mom crying for weeks after my dad passed away from getting shot from his job. My dad was a police officer and always protected us. It’s been almost a year since and my mom had never been the same. I could feel myself getting more angry.

I hear several loud bangs while I sleep. I soon realize my mom is knocking on my bedroom door. Confused, I get up to unlock and open my door. I immediately notice that my mom is crying. My mom says, “We have to go, grandpa is dying.” She can barely get the last three words out. My heart drops. I initially think I’m dreaming but I soon realize this is very real. I instantly get dressed, when I walk out to the kitchen my mom is waiting. We leave for the hospital.

The door rang with a soft ding as Marinette and Chat exited the ice cream shop. Marinette licked her ice cream cone fervently, a futile attempt to catch the melting drops before they reached the pavement beneath them. Chat stared at her as they continued walking.

“I’m pregnant” the words swirled through my mind, my emotions started to build up, tears ran down my young face in excitement and confusion. I was silent and speechless. “How?”, “when?”, “with who?”, these questions built up in the back of my head before proceeding to respond with a blunt answer of “no way!”. Smirking faces showed up in the room to view my reaction from the news and we all started hugging the mommy- to-be. This news was exciting, but we all had many detailed questions.

Who doesn’t love a good cliche? The good guy gets the girl, the hero beats the villain, everyone lives happily ever after. Everyone loves it, but let’s be honest, it gets boring after a while. Just imagine it though, what if a book were as unpredictable as life? Wouldn’t that be more exciting? What if you finished a series and you didn’t know if the characters were really okay, and there was no sign of a sequel coming out? It leaves you with a feeling of frustration, concern, or perhaps even panic. That right there is my favorite type of story. There’s just one problem: It’s near impossible to find those stories. Or so we are led to believe. There’s a simple solution: look around you. Everyone has their own story. You, me, the person three blocks down the road mowing their lawn. We all have our own story to tell.