To Be Told : A Short Story

There are many things in life that shape us to become what the world has destined for us to be. Just a single action can trigger a widespread chain of lifelong changes sometimes for the better and other times for the worse. These changes ultimately make us who we are and who we will become. There are many life stories of people who have made choices that make them exactly who they are today, but below I will tell you about mine.

My past experiences, the people surrounding me throughout my life made me the person that I am now. The values I was giving have been the base of the decisions I’ve made and the consequences from those decisions have shaped me as a strong and mature person.

Who I am today is a result of my life experiences and the ways I have chosen to deal with them.

school to feel more welcome. When I was in grade 9, coming into high school for

In my early childhood, my parents enrolled my sister and I in a private Christian school rather than the inner city school our neighborhood fed into. Though my sister, who is 21 now, graduated from private school, I preferred a larger and less conservative environment and began going to public school in 8th grade.

Turns out, I love dresses! After I had been homeschooled for a few months I started getting bolder, trying new things, meeting new people. I liked to try new things, they excited me instead of giving me anxiety. I went from a very shy third grader to a fifth grader who wanted to know everyone’s life story. Something about being thrown into a new lifestyle causes you to reinvent yourself. I became a leader instead of a follower. I remember a family friend remarking, “This is the real Allie Baxter.” The real Allie Baxter loves to talk, is a total dork, always picks heels over flats, is a hugger, and hates conformity. Perhaps the biggest change of all was that I learned to think for myself and make my own decisions. I got a job I adored and ended up making new, more supportive friends. I used my extra time to learn how to play violin, piano, tennis, write songs, and fly planes. I also did a little acting and I failed at guitar. I ended up being homeschooled though high school. My mom and a few other teachers made me feel more than prepared for

I nodded my head deftly as he held me in his arms. He only needed one as I sat there in his grip. I almost felt like a child being held like that, sitting on his arm.

I started homeschooling in third grade, after my brother died. I missed too much school for the funeral, and my mom thought it would be easier to heal if I wasn’t in public school, where I wasn’t happy anyways. I had no friends in public school, and even at such a young age, I was ostracized. I always wore dresses, little polka dot clogs, (Why my mother made me wear polka dotted clogs, I do not know.) and was never

Eli was in the shop checking on the shipment that had come in this morning. Glad to see that the parts he had ordered for his current restoration project were all here and in good condition. This put him in a great mood.

It rained the evening before Shiro went to the edge of the world. It was a light rain, cool and

After saying this, the manager hands out a light blue envelope towards Kazese and he accepts it while bowing to the manager.

A few grains of sand tickled their way down her skin as Meghan took off her goggles. The desert stretched out beyond the horizon. The larger dunes looked like mountains in the late noon sun. As the sand continued to works its way down to the ground, she felt her skin prickle up, causing her to run a hand across her arm. Those bumps reminded her the cold.

The cops swarmed up beside him and The Robber turned frantic eyes to his. Harvey’s eyes blurred with blue and black.

This is my story and it all starts off with young little me growing up pursuing different kinds of dreams. I wanted become a pilot to travel the world, become an inventor, wanted to be a spy, become a famous celebrity that everyone knows of, etc. Ever since I was young, I’d always like to be the competitive type to be finishing first. There were good outcomes and there was bad outcomes. It would help me try to learn everything as quick as possible to do the work and finish quickly. It doesn’t as sound as bad, but everything has another side to it. Completing fast did help me, but sometimes too fast wouldn’t get me to understand or to get the right answers. This did affect me to this day. It would cause me now to be an impatient guy and have things done quickly or not have the patience.Just the thought of being first and getting many things right would get my parents to be proud of me. My parents are always my number one supporters and they always want the best for me just like any other parent would want from their child. I have always appreciated everything my parents have done. They’d always provide food, shelter, necessities, basically everything and I couldn’t ask for anything better.

“My child, you're never too old for a good story.” The girl squeamishly crawled into bed, knowing she wouldn’t win this battle. A harsh wind wales outside, whipping the fallen snow into devil whirls. “What kind though? Perhaps A tale of the frost witch? Asked her grandmother.