The Worst Year Of My Life

In the book Middle School Worst Years of my Life by James Patterson a boy named Rafe Khatchadorian has enough problems at home without throwing his first year of middle school into the mix. Luckily he's got a great plan for the best year ever if only he can pull it off. With his best friend Leonardo the Silent awarding him points Rafe tries to break every rule in his school's Code of Conduct. Chewing gum in class is 5,000 points. Running in the hallway is 10,000 points. Pulling the fire alarm is 50,000 points. But when Rafe's game starts to catch up with him, he'll have to decide if winning is all that matters, or if he's finally ready to face the rules, bullies, and truths he's been avoiding.

I stood in the corner of the room observing the chaos around me. The red and blue lights flooded the once empty, quiet street. Paramedics rushed into my house as my mom sat on the stairs trying to breathe. My brother, still holding the phone he had used to call 911, watched my mom intently.The commotion from my little sister’s cries to the paramedics faded to the background. My heart still pounding from the journey to my neighbor’s house in search for help. “Everything is going to be okay,” my neighbor instructed as she placed her hand on my shoulder. This had not been the first time my mom had been rushed to the hospital. However, this time, my siblings and I had been left completely alone. Across the world, my father fought a war, while my

August 30th 2004. I can’t quite remember the day exactly... it was as one would call it a blur. The day my dad died was a moment of my life that would change my path forever. As a child it was hard to remember quite what happened that day. Even now I have a hard time thinking back and trying to remember that day. It didn’t seem to make sense at the time; my dad was gone but was it forever? I remember asking my mom frequently where he was and when he was coming back. I would continue to

The noise kept getting louder and louder and then bam! The smoke from one of the Nazis gun flew off as my little sister lays dead on the floor of my apartment living room.   I see blood drip from her inner thigh, as her eyes become heavy like lead and then finally they became too heavy for her to keep open.  My mother and father both sob into each other’s arms and look horrified as their little girl is no longer in their presents.  I was in shock, my little Alyssa was gone forever.  The tears in my eyes became heavy like my little sister’s dead eyes.

The year was 1945 September 2nd when the news came. Accordingly to the newspaper, our troops were coming home soon. Hitler and his troops surrendered and Hitler apparently assassinated himself. The day before was a normal barefoot day for me, running the cane poles on the old Messer Creek. Everywhere I went, was briar patches that were havoc on my feet. You could her the commotion for miles or yelling and cursing the sharp prickly little devils. I knew our troops were overseas fighting Hitler and his Nazis and I was proud of them because my daddy got drafted, I prayed for them every night before I went to bed. I didn’t know when my daddy would be back, but I knew it would be soon. I was the man of the house for over six years today. Putting meat on our table, making sure the garden is taken care of, and feeding and milking the animals, for six years exactly. I had to take place of my dad, that means chopping wood, checking and fixing fences, cutting cedar fence posts if the

I remember the day I had to move to Atlanta, like it was yesterday.I remember watching the news and the reported kept repeating that the state of Louisiana was under state of emergency because Hurricane Katrina was coming and that everyone had to leave as soon as possible.Knowing that my home was going to be destroyed,made me feel so broken just because of the fact that there was so many memories there.My family didn't have big enough cars so we was able to take everything that we had in our homes,so most of my childhood pictures,toys,clothes..etc got destroyed.We didn't have a place to stay for like a week or so but eventually we found a shelter in a different part of Louisiana.

The teacher ran outside of the room to see what was happening. She screamed at us saying “we need to leave now!” As we ran to exit the building I could hear screams of people and saw the walls caving in from what I guess could’ve been another bombing. I was frightened and worried about all my friends who were over there. I kept thinking to myself that they were okay but I had this terrible feeling they weren’t.

Military returning to civilian life and supporting their families Loud explosions, bullets whizzing by, other soldiers shooting back at the enemy. Dust and derby flying around. Just another day in the life of members who serve in the military. The soldier was assigned to combat duty in the Iraq war.

I lolled around still thinking about the decision I had made. The vicissitudes were just piling up, on after another. The only things I heard were buildings crumble, guns being fired, and bombs dropping. I missed the sound of my car starting, I missed the sound of the music playing, but most of all, I missed the sound of my children laughing and playing. The kind of chastisement I was living through was just unbearable and I was ready to leave. No one was stabbing me, no one was shooting me, just thinking about what I have lost is the most painful thing. I heard gunshots getting closer. I needed to leave.

My mom and I ran out to see what all the noise was. We see soldiers. Taking people and dragging them aggressively by the arm. My mind was filled with so many questions that no one could answer. Why are they taking these people? Where are they taking these people? Who are these people taking them? What are they going to do with them? Am I next? Are we next? The lost could go on and on. My mom and I went back inside and locked the doors. But the soldiers broke right through our door. At that moment I had a feeling It wasn’t going to be easy from here and on. I was wondering where my dad was. He had left off to work but I didn't know what they would do to him since he wasn’t with us. But back then I had no idea that morning of January 30th would be the last time I saw my dad. It was the last time. We were then told to pack our stuff and that we only had 10 minutes to do so, but it felt more like 5 mins. I helped my little brothers pack their stuff so I really didn’t have time to pack mine. The soldiers put us on a train along with the others, they didn’t say where they were taking us. I held my smaller brothers tight in my hands. I didn’t know what was going to happen to us, or where they were taking

The building was determined to flame. The bombs originated from two airlines up ahead. “ That’s the Al-Qaeda”, my uncle whispered to me. “ They are a group of terrorists that attack most of South Asia and want to world the world to get the attention”. Then people started yelling after they started shooting. Then at that very moment, one of the men came up to my dad and shot him. I was surprised to see blood draining all over the floor. I ran to my father and checked his pulse. Nothing. I started sobbing and tried to take my father outside. Instead, the moment I never thought would happen, BOOM! That direct bullet shot into my knee. I fell drastically on the floor beside my dad. Blood originated from all over. At that point when everybody cleared, the Al-Qaeda needed to ensure everybody was dead so they did a check as I imagined that I was dead until every one of the men were no more. I let out a major murmur and a shout for help. I needed to stay there close to my father for around 10 minutes then more men came. I thought it was the Al-Qaeda yet it was the police and I heard the rescue vehicle coming along these lines. The ambulance came in a huge rush. They took everyone in the building. As I was lying down in complete pain, I saw my mom and aunt with faces of complete horror. It took me 3 month’s to recover from the horrible

I was walking down the hallway when I heard my mom scream, that’s when they burst through the windows and doors. The soldiers, the government. We were told about them, warned even. My mom was afraid they were going to take me, I was an amazing baseball player and if I say so myself pretty gorgeous. I know I sound full of myself but they were screening me for all of this, mom knew that. She knew the country was going to be split up into two parts the modified or the gifted and the average. My mom screamed “Mars run!” Then to the soldiers “Please don’t take my baby from me.” I wasn't a baby anymore, I was in high school. I went to my room and curled up in a ball in the corner, I knew they were going to get in. I sat there and cried, I cried for my mom and my dad. I heard my sister scream, her room was next to mine. I heard a gunshot and then another. No more eye piercing screaming. Just silence. That’s when my door busted open and the soldier grabbed me, I was kicking and screaming. He walked past my sister’s room, I looked in there, my sister she was died. Her lifeless corpse lies on the floor, her final resting place. My mom was in the hallway in between the two bedrooms, her to she was gone. And my brothers room across the hall, untouched. These were the last memories of my home, I

It was 5:00 AM me and my brother was at our grandparents house. Suddenly we woke up to hard heavy rain pounding the window like rocks were being thrown at it. We got up and went into the living room and sat down. My grandparents just informed us that Hurricane Katrina had just made landfall. What we didn’t know is that we were all about to be changed forever. I still see myself sitting on that couch and listening to the wind whistle outside but not being able to see anything outside because it was so dark.

I woke up to the sounds of explosion. I ran out the back door to the woods just before the house explodes. I ran 35 miles in an abandon slaughter house and stay there for the night. In the morning, I went hunting for some food and water because I was low on rations. I trap a huge fat rabbit on my way to get water and I got some water from the pond in the back yard. On my way back, I started to clean the rabbit and keeping clover in case of Nazi planes and ground troops. When I got back, I start a fire to cook my well urn meal and to purify the water from the pond. I don’t known day this is or the month, but I am sure the war is still going on around me. I hear the grenades and landmines going off around me. I stay the up most of the night listening to the bomb bursting in the air. I start to keep records of my daily day life there in the war. The bombs stop exploding and all I hear are the peaceful sound of rain drops hitting the roof. I was starting to drift away to the peaceful sound of the rain hitting the roof. Then, lighting strike the roof of the abandon slaughter house and it starts to go in flames. I woke up from the smell of the smoke and the burned rotten meat. I bolted out of there faster than a Jackalope on the run, and I went straight to the woods for

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.