He walked sluggish up the stairs to go to bed, I ran towards mom to see if she was okay, I saw her face filled with fear and it looks like she wasn’t in this world anymore, like she was off, lost in her conscience. I felt suddenly like I wasn’t home, like I just walked into a different world with parents I didn’t even recognize. I left my mom in her mess of thoughts and ran upstairs a little wary that my dad would pop out. I shut my door silently and just sat on my bed, wondering what happened to Clover and hoping she’ll come back home soon, no wait this is not my home anymore.
The next morning I was sitting in my room for hours after I woke up to the point when I became starving. I opened my door ajar to peek out and then I slowly went downstairs and sneaked in the kitchen. I go to get cereal when I see a box of gram crackers, I grab them and see that it’s empty. I spin around and look on the floor and wonder if Clover left a trail of crumbs. I was right! There was a trail of crumbs leading to the front door but before I left I saw her leash was gone too. Why didn’t I notice this last night!!! I run to my room to get dressed and pack supplies just in case if it becomes night.
I ride my bike to the park and see crumbs, then I see them trailing thinly to the park. I stop and look if I could find anything else, I all of a sudden see a red
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I open the door and hear a faucet running. I go into the kitchen and see my dad washing his hands, I see that same color that I saw in the forest, red. I stop and look at my dad and said quietly, “Dad, What were you doing?” he looked at me and responded “What, I can’t hear you.” I began to take a deep breath and then my voice began to raise, “What did you do when you got home!” He looked at me and grinned, that same grin I saw yesterday last night. I felt my body shake and then I lifted my head and saw he was drying his hands and begun to walk over towards to
When we arrived at the house, I stood there for about five seconds before knocking on the door. They didn’t answer at first, so I knocked again, harder, and then saw the handle start to move. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched the door slowly open. The face that greeted was one of a two year old, and as I looked up I saw her father standing over her.
We greeted each other with kind respect. We met on the trail when his wagon broke. I offer to help Curtis Mick Colloni with his wagon. We exchange each other name and we left. I knew he was a skilled doctor and he he would I left the place and I ask Curtis if he would like travel together. As I was walking, I saw Hunter. I ran up to him and greeted him. I met Hunter Norm Cline during the trail when it block by a log. There was a lot of people and together, Hunter organized the group to pull the log. I ask if he would like to join me on the way to Oregon. He said he had 2 other family going on the trail and ask if I would join. He also mentioned that he was the leader of the group. I merge with the group and together we form a wagon
It was a late summer afternoon in Crenshaw Los Angles. The sun is setting and I was sitting at the stairs of the two apartment building I lived at. I was waiting for my dad to return from work. Down in the street gust of wind blew torn paper into spirals. The sun was shining through the bright blue empty sky making it hard to see through the distance as the light shines through my eyes. My father was walking towards me with the harsh light of the sun outlining his body. As my father began to come closer to me the sun began to set even more. Light fading away as soon as my father stood in front of me. As he stood in front of me I was able to smell the fresh paint that was stained on his pants all the way up to his neck. He then squats down in
As I looked up, the sky was dark the sidewalk illuminated by the streetlights. The sound of crickets and cars echoing through my ears. I walked home that night, tears in my eyes. I was leaving, I couldn’t handle it anymore. The meds, doctors, psychiatrists nothing was working, our lives were in constant danger. By the time I got home the car was gone. By the time, I finished packing it was dawn. The sun creeping in through the shutters. For the next couple of days, I crashed at Jason’s before I headed South. I heard my cell ringing, it was mom… I let it go to voicemail.
I dug through all the trash, and I finally found my bike. It looked as if it was worn out. The homeless man probably used it.
“Your grandfather didn’t just die Faith, he was murdered. My father put rat poison in his wine that night that our families got together for a dance. I tried so hard to stop him but he locked me up in my room so I couldn’t.” Embry had a shaky voice and a loud cry now. My head swarmed with terrible thoughts that I couldn’t get out of my head. My whole family thought he died of a heart attack. What if my parents really knew the truth and weren’t telling me? Why is Embry going for me and not anybody else? I collapsed to the ground. Lily immediately ran out from the popcorn cart and held me tight. It felt like my world was coming to an end. Embry kept apologizing like it was all her fault.
I’ve decided to finish telling about how I got sick, After all there is nothing else for me to do while I am stuck here. When I got home my mother was surprised to see me. And of course she was mad and I had to hear the “young man I am very disappointed in you, you’re better than this talk” Even though was barely listening my dad lectured me on and on about how they paid good money for me to attend Pency Prep, it’s not like I didn’t care but I didn’t really care and eventually I got up and went to my room. They were really stressing me out and I was depressed again so I sat down and I began to talk to Allie, because that’s what I do when I’m depressed. It comforts me and takes me back to a time when everything was ok. “Okay now, go home and get your bike and meet me out front of Bobby’s house. Hurry up.”
I was so scared that my father would come back for another blow up. I then heard the stairs getting louder like my mother was step in down the old wooden steps. My mother walked over to me sat on the window seat with me and held me tight, she was started tell gn me riddles to get my mind off of my father, several long hours later my father walked up to us crying and sobbing over what had happened he said,”I'm sorry about this incident, I've just been so stressed with work and home that I don't know who I am anymore,” I told my father I loved him and forgive him. Ever since this day it has been drilled in my memory and hurts me every time I remember. “ see kid”, said the stranger, I've had some tough times in this house and you are going to go through tough times just like me. After the tour of the house the man had thanked the family for letting him remorse from the house. The father had shut the door and locked it. I thought
I walked silently, my converse crunching on the wet sidewalk. I zipped up my jacket and took a sip of my coffee. I slowly walked towards my school when someone's shoulder slammed in to me. My coffee flew out of my hands, the lid came of as it hit the ground, spilling all over the sidewalk. I stumbled as I tried to regain my balance. I hate this small town I thought to myself. When I returned home I arrived to both of my parents sitting at the table. I looked at them with a confused look, “Ava why don't you take a seat,” Father said “we have something to tell you.” I took a seat not saying a word just giving them a confused look. “Ava honey your father got a promotion,” Mother stated “and we are going to be moving to California!” Fireworks were going off in my head thinking of all of the new things I would get to experience.
I’d never understood what those simple words meant, and what they would come to mean in the years to come. All my small eyes were able to see was my family. That was all we were, the only normal I knew. The label had become a dark monster, demanding and frank, a massive foil to my beliefs before that night. In our tiny universe it was normal to hide things and lie, just so mother wouldn’t overreact and stress out; it was normal for her stress to climb high as a mountain, sending her plummeting into depression; it was normal for her to stay in bed all day, demons keeping her down; and it was normal for her to go away for a while, and to only be told she was sick. This time was different; I watched it through my innocent eyes; and I realized that we were not the normal I had
When I got fired from my job over the summer I realized there wasn't a lot to do. I was bored. This led to me exploring the woods around my house.I found lots of things, old oil cans, empty budweisers, and coyote traps, but the biggest thing I found was a trailer.
I heard the click of the lock and my mom pushed the door open. We were greeted with an excited Coco. Her tail would wag furiously from left to right, making a thumping noise against the furniture and shakes her entire body in the process. My shoulders relax, and I did not realize how good it feels to be home. My brother pushes past me. The stench coming from his dirty and ripped up football jersey made my nose wrinkle. He rushes ahead to take a shower before dinner. That’s when a familiar smell hits me. A growling noise came from deep inside my stomach, wanting to be fed after a long tiring Thursday at school.
Its getting late and i didn't know what to do. I've been sitting in my cozy room down stairs with my tv and phone in my hand for what seems like hours but have couldn't be because I just ate dinner. I can hear everyone's footsteps and low voices above my head going down the stairs right now. Getting up off my bed and turning off my tv i hear my dad call for me. i take off my sweatshirt and put my shoes on. I turn my light off and walk out the door down the bright hallway.
I was in there for hours before my mom knocked on the door, “Josh? Is everything alright?” She asked as she unlocked the door. I didn’t reply, I just turned my face to the wall and ignored her. “Dear, I’m coming in ok?” She turned the knob and waited a second before letting herself in. I didn’t want to talk to her so I didn’t say a word. She walked over to my bedside and sat down on the edge. “Josh baby, what’s wrong? I have never seen you so upset before.” I just laid there and let tears drip down my
The year was 2006 it was late summer I was four with light hazel hair and amber eyes that when you looked into them you could already see I had amazement for the world and curiosity that could kill a cat. Today was a boring day I thought to myself as I poked a ant hill that was as gigantic as my father's foot and to me he had big feet. I was outside the sky was clear, and as blue as the sea, and the sun was a glowing golden yellow as it hung high and proud in the bright blue sea known as the sky. As I look around I spot my father pull his beaten down white 2004 van in the dirt driveway full of pebbles. I felt bad for him every day he came home absolutely tired and exhausted from working his dead end job. He opened his van and gets out he was a tall man. He had a light tan with sapphire eyes that looked just like the clear sky on that summer day with his cinnamon brown short hair, and button nose he welcomes me with a smile. Every Time you saw that delightful smile spread across his face you knew that he had a gift. As he smiled he opened up his arms. I dashed like a snake was chasing after me and I hopped right into his arms like a cat jumping from the ground to the highest place on the bookshelf.