People often say that “every person is the hero of their own story.” What they don’t tell you is that sometimes you are the villain in someone else’s story. Sometimes we unintentionally hurt people without knowing. Being the villain in someone else's life doesn’t always mean purposely being evil. Sometimes it means hurting someone emotionally, stabbing their wounds, and being completely oblivious to it. This is the story of the time I learned that lesson the hard way.
When I moved to California at the age of nine, and lived there for three years, I went through a life-changing experience. Unfortunately, my family couldn’t afford a house, so we lived with my Uncle’s family. Living with other people wasn’t exactly fun; it was stressful. However, even during this time I was able to make an amazing friend.
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We instantly became good friends, and spent much time together. She told me about her school life, how she was bullied, and how her relationship with her family was strained. Seraphina was hurt, and at the time, who was better to tell your worries to besides the person who saw you live through them daily? Sadly, our relationship went up in flames too quickly.
Eventually I was overwhelmed, and took my stress out on Seraphina. I drowned myself in school work, avoided everyone at home, shot dirty glares, and showed tons of attitude. Even when Seraphina came to me in tears, I turned her away. It never once crossed my mind to check on her, completely forgetting she had no one else. I often think, I should have tried harder to lift myself out of my own troubles, and think bigger than things that affected me. I never thought that to Seraphina, the villain of her life wasn’t her family, or her bullies, but me, who promised to be there when everyone else
A man tells a story about a train trip in Iowa. He is traveling with a man named Jim burden. They end up talking about a girl named Antonia and how they used to be friends. They talk about how the narrator had written down memories of this girl Antonia. Later Jim brings a folder of writings about Antonia to the narrator, which was labeled, “Antonia.” Jim changes the title to “My Antonia“.
On the night of December 19th, 2003, a baby is born. Her mom’s a social worker, her dad’s a nephrologist, and she has one older sister. Her name is Sophia Galoustian, although later she will wish to be called Sophie. After two years of living in Maine, the family moves to California, where Sophie will grow up.I am Sophia Galoustian, and this is part of who I am.
Some people are deathly afraid of any sort of enormous change in their life. People want everything to be the same because they don’t want to get out of their comfort zone. Well, Lauren Ashley Jorge recently made a significant change in her life by moving from Hollywood, Florida to DeWitt, Iowa. She left an abundance of friends back in Florida, but when she got here she found out who her real friends were. After she left, her real friends texted her wondering how she was doing or asking when she was coming back to visit, while her fake ones made no effort. Many people ask why would anyone in their right mind move from Florida to Iowa? Lauren and her extremely close sister decided to move here because they visited their grandma one summer to
In the introduction and chapter one of My Antonia, Willa Cather focuses on the nature of the pioneer experience. By portraying the experiences of two immigrants of Black Hawk, Nebraska, Willa Cather displays the wonders as well as the hardships of the pioneer experience. Jim Burdon, a young boy ten years of age is moving to Black Hawk from Virginia after the death of both of his parents. Jim Burdon’s pioneer experience involves moving cross country to live with his grandparents. For Jim, the wonders of the landscape as well as the beauty of nature inspired awe within him.
In Willa Cather’s novel, My Antonia, she uses a variety of library devices in her writing in order to solidify and convey her messages and themes. Through her novel, Cather defines a variety of themes. The nature of Jim’s town suggests a theme of foreign treatment and struggles and his relationship with Antonia introduces a theme of love and youth. In support of the theme regarding immigrants in America, Willa uses motifs and dialect to portray her message. On page one hundred and twenty, it days, “The young men who belonged to the Progressive Euchre Club used to drop in late and risk a tiff with their sweetheart and general condemnation for a waltz with the hired girls.”
In her stories Lost Lady and My Antonia, Willa Cather explores the ‘woman problem’. She does this by exploring the lives of women through the lens of men who grew up around them. Doing this allows her to highlight how society treats women and men differently, and subtly show this distinction to readers in order to call out the patriarchal double standard that existed in her time, and continues to exist today. In the stories of Marian Forrester and Antonia Shimerida, Willa Cather highlights struggles women face when they deal with both financial and sexual ruin. Marian Forrester faces financial ruin when she and her husband find themselves deep in debt. Niel watches – and judges her – as she tries to keep herself afloat. Antonia deals with
A young, particurally narcissistic mortal named Chazos was walking though the woods with his friends on his way home from a recreational hunt for deer. His friends were then debating who was the best huntsman. They constantly where spurting out their accomplishments. Each one attempting to say his louder than the other. “HOLT”, yelled Chazos suddenly silencing the brisk staccato of voices. For his friends where more so followers who honored and feared Chazos and would never dare to interrupt. “Tis it not I who shall be named the best of all huntsmen? For it is I who not only brings the most game home, but also who is learned much more than you all in the skill”, he continued. His friends nodded instantly agreeing to his statement. Chazos was not finished his rant yet, “I am not only the best huntsman, but also the most known and may I say attractive even more than Fimia, the beautiful goddess of fame herself.” His friends nodded again and agreed simultaneously.
Matthew won in the first game, making Sarah jealous. However, his victory didn't last long. Her jealousy made Sarah determined to take the lead. The next play started off with Matthew in the lead, coming up with lucky cards and clever ways to use them. Then, it was as if Sarah had reached out and sprinkled the cards with lucky dust, as she too started to receive very lucky cards. It was becoming a close score and Sarah eventually was right on his heels. The tension was building up. Sarah took the title when she got a rare: Ace, King, Queen, Jack and a Ten. It was a royal flush! This was Sarah’s first time ever getting something so lucky. When she peered over to see Matthew’s reaction, her smile wiped off her face as she noticed how unimpressed
I lived in multiple neighborhoods growing up. I never lived in one place for a long period of time. So I had to get used to a new environment, a new school, etc., every couple years. I went to three different elementary schools and two different high schools. The only time my family and I stayed in a house for a long time, was during my middle school years. I stayed for half of my 5th grade year until the end of 8th grade. That was the only time I didn’t have to meet new people and get used to the environment I was in.
I was born in Dayton Ohio we lived there for a year I think then we moved to a different part of Ohio Greenville and from there we moved to Kentucky and then Pennsylvania and from there Washington then California then back to Washington. See as a kid growing up my dad was in the cable business we moved so much I never stayed at one school long enough to really make any friends, and it was me my older brother, and little brother, my little brother really got lucky because when it was time for him to start school we were settled. We lived in concrete Washington I started my fifth grade there and it was acutely really nice to have friends and be a kid. Then high school came my best friend and a lot of my friends were two grades ahead of me so
Falcia was a Girl I knew for at least 3 years and It probably was one of the best friendships I had with a women. Falcia was six and 3 inches tall, A little heavy set but to me she was perfect because I wasn’t that skinny either. Me and Falcia started to get closer after the school year went on, I would never thought we would get like this; But Its life. Falcia had this swag to her, something that a lot of girls lacked. She had a shoe game out this world and she drove a 2013 Chevy impala when I see her I knew she was mine. I and Falcia didn’t get along as much, because she knew I was talking to a couple of girls but It didn’t stop us from talking because she loved me.
As a child I often moved between schools, cities, and sometimes even houses as my parents had gotten divorced when I was fairly young. I moved about twice a year since second grade and there were often times I was unable to make friends and the times I did, we were unable to stay in touch after I left. I became hesitant to meet with new people as I continued to move, it seemed pointless at the time since I would end up moving. When I got to middle school I was able to re-meet friends I had made years before in
During my lifetime, making connections proved difficult as I moved constantly I was born in Sacramento and lived in the city until the middle of my fifth year of life. Then, beginning of 1984, my family, consisting of my mom, my stepdad and my sister, moved to corona, ca. We stayed there until middle of 1985. At that point, we moved to Rowland Heights first we lived in a house and then an apartment. When we moved into the apartment mom and stepdad separated. So in 1989, my mom, my sister, and I moved to Buena Park, ca. When I entered high school in 1992, we moved to Garden Grove, moving in with my moms boyfriend. In 1993, when we moved, my moms boysfried went with us to a house in Santa Ana. We stayed in the house until the middle of 1995 and then my mom, my sister and
From the time I could walk, the outdoors called to me. When the sun was up, I was outside exploring, chasing wild animals, and discovering the world around me. My mom wouldn’t see me until it was time for lunch. As soon as I finished eating, I resumed my adventures until the sun disappeared. During those excursions, I always had my older sister to accompany me. Quite often, it was just the two of us. We didn’t have a lot of friends at that time. Our family did live far away from everyone at school, and the other parents were uncomfortable with having their children running wild in our vast playground. Sadly, at the age of seven, we moved away from this beautiful wooden heaven to this flat and unfamiliar city of concrete. I was initial shocked at how hard it was to make friends. Not only did I not know how to play with other children, my strong country accent made me somewhat of an outcast among them. In addition, I was behind the other children in learning since the schools in