Worst Year Of My Life Essay

From the ages of 8- 14, I lived in a very volatile home. Coming home from school, I never knew if it was going to be a quiet day in my house or if the entire house would be engulfed in screaming. I dreaded the weekends, that meant that everyone was going to be home. Everyone home meant that things could easily go up to flames in just a millisecond. I tried my best to never be home, I would spend the days with my friends. I knew that when I got home there was a 90% chance of everyone fighting. One day in the summer of 2012, things got too heated, and my mom finally decided to move. We packed up everything in a few hours while my stepfather was at work. We moved into my best friend’s home for a few days until we found an apartment within the school district to move into.

In the Spring of 2011, my parents got a divorce. I was thirteen years old and it was one of the most difficult things I have ever had to experience. I can remember like it was yesterday when my mother sat me down and confessed the tragic news. Going through something that horrific, I would never wish divorce on anyone. Being a child of divorce, I went though the divorce differently than my mother and father did. With both parents being separated in different homes, I had to choose who I wanted to stay with on the nightly. It was a bad situation because both parents were going through such a destructive time, yet both desired always to be with my sister and I. That was the most painful and challenging decision I would have to daily make. I never

At the time, I was only 5 years old. It was my second week of kindergarten, I was not exactly comfortable yet. School was in session and I was playing house, being the dad of course, because I worshiped my father. The loudspeaker came on for teacher to check their emails or turn on the tvs. I turned around and my teacher was on the floor, her hands were to her face and her black eye liner dripped down her cheeks. Some of the students walked over and hugged her, teachers began to congregate. What was going on? Why were teachers all heading to the hallway and screaming for us to do the same? The ground underneath me shook and I began to cry. I didn’t know what was happening.

When we got to Interlachen, Florida it was March my mom was introduced to the man who is now my stepfather but still no matter how happy I should have been I became a party girl. I lost interest in school and life, I had the “I don’t care attitude” but somehow I still passed 9th grade on time. Over the summer I partied a lot more and then got my life together right before 10th grade when I started school at Crescent City. The school was boring at first, but I met my best friend Katie there we had early childhood together. I was put into chorus and I met my “brother” Brock there he is gay and he doesn’t care who knows it. His amazing we became friends on March 15 my mom’s birthday. 10th grade was a good year for me aside from the ongoing name calling. Yes I will admit I was bullied from 8th grade and even now in 12th grade. Four years of being bullied and sometimes I can’t take it sometimes I get to upset and start to self-harm. When I got into my junior year of high-school I still went to crescent city. That was the best year hands down I ignored all the bulling and it really worked I later found out that my other best friend Loretta she’s Katie’s little sister was pregnant and I was the aunt because we were like sisters her daughter’s name is EmmaJean but Emma wasn’t born until my senior year. Katie is actually currently

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

7th grade was the year I woke up. My mom called me into her bedroom late one afternoon and was still sitting on her bed, wearing her pajamas. The bright and cheerful sunshine that lit up the room gave a false ambiance of the tension that clouded the air. I already knew what she was going to say, but I did not want to believe it as the truth. I had noticed that my mom and dad's relationship with one another was growing apart just by the way they acted around each other. The conversations between them became shorter and their affection for one another began to fade. My dad spent his nights falling asleep watching TV on the couch, while my mom slowly disappeared back into her bedroom, alone. This had been happening for a while now, so I do not know why I was even surprised when my mom said to me that, “Your dad and I are getting a divorce”. I should have seen it coming. The clues were all in front of me, but I was too afraid to put them together. I was scared because, for the first time in my life, the image of my "perfect" family was crumbling before me. I knew inside that my family was falling apart, but I was desperately holding onto the fibers that I thought were keeping us together. It is hard to believe that one encounter can change the course of one's life forever. In this instance, I was awoken from the dream that I had been living in for so long.

The next day I went to school and darted out of the hallway crying and I didn’t know why. My mom came and picked me up from school because I couldn’t handle it.

2006 was arguably the worst year of my life. At the tender age of eight I moved to live in Indianapolis with my aunt, my uncle, and their six kids. It was all very shocking and sudden. One day I’m playing happily at my home and the very next day my belonging are being packed and I ‘m being shipped to live in Indianapolis. The move left me feeling abandoned, unwanted, and unloved. I put on a brave face and locked the emotions inside myself. I struggled to make friends and comprehend the material being taught. I felt alone in a house filled with loving, open, and accepting family. That loneliness became a constant in my life. I began lashing out towards the ones who were trying to help me until finally I talked with my Aunt. Who I had more in

At leased one part of your life was the worst it was that you broke an arm or something else but it was the worst year of your

It was mid-afternoon, right after lunch, when I met someone special. There was the wind blowing. The kids were screaming like they were zoo animals. The sun was high in the sky, beating down on everyone. Somewhere across the school, I could hear the 2nd graders going back in the school, loud and clear. I could still hear screaming once I put my hands over my ears. The teacher yelled at them to be quiet but they didn't stop until half down the hallway. I kept saying to myself, “Ugh….. second graders” for a while with my hands still over my ears. I took my hands off, came back to reality, screaming kids, loud and clear.

It was the beginning of August 2015. My stomach had a pit of worry in it. I felt as if I had food poisoning. I knew it was nearly time to get up and get ready. My mom came into my dark bedroom and shook me gently. However, being so worried, the gentle shook felt like an earthquake. She said in a quiet and soothing tone,”Leah, it’s time to get ready for your first day of Middle School!” There is no way that I was going to go to Middle School!

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

A month before my birthday was going to come up, I remember waking up to get ready for 1st grade. I remember getting ready with my mom because at the time she worked at the same school I went to. We both got in the car, she dropped me off at my class and she went to go take care of kids for the rest of the day (she was a yard duty). During class, my teacher told us we had free time, the rest of the day consisted of fun, but right when I was about to start playing, I say an ambulance rush to the nearest office from the open door across the room. At the time being a kid I thought, “Wow! it’s an ambulance outside the school”; However, it was actually worse, because it wasn’t until, I got tapped on the back of my shoulder and saw my teacher and principle standing there both looking at me with worried faces.

Something happened to me and my family when I was a baby. In 2001, our house burned down, but we all survived. We moved to Germany and lived there for about three or four years, then moved back to America, where we lived in two different houses in Fayetteville, North Carolina, and three years ago, we moved to Lowville, New York. We did a lot of moving, but we managed to adjust to it. Back in North Carolina, my parents were divorced, which devastated me, my brother and sister, but we somehow managed to handle it. Life is hard, but we need to deal with it, find a solution, and live with it.

From that moment on I knew my life was over. Since my father’s death I always thought I already had something terrible happen to me. I thought I already went through a inadequate experience that affected my life. Which means that I thought nothing bad was ever going to happen to me again. I thought that was true until April 29th 2013, one of the worst days of my life.