She barged the door as she entered the house. It was as if a wave of despair followed her across every room she went to. Grumpingly, she headed straight to her room; she threw her school backpack and her binder on the bed. Her body was drained with stress and even she knew that she couldn’t continue this work any longer. The school year was coming to a close, as all the finals and presentations were being pushed forward. Her mood, her attitude, and her way of talking told everyone the amount of distress and anxiety she was in. Reema headed straight to the closet, where she dressed into her everyday pajamas. She glanced at herself in the mirror and stared for a long time. It was easy to see what she was thinking by the way she was looking …show more content…
She heard commotions in the living room but chose to ignore them, for mama had also been facing some distress and was having a conversation with papa. After getting a bite to eat, Reema headed back into her room, where she ate in silence. The only thing that was ever on her mind was school. It was as if it had taken over her whole body, her soul, and the worst, her mind. She then began to watch some videos of her favorite YouTubers; she slowly began to feel better and the next minute, she didn’t feel grouchy at all. An hour later, Reema was doing her homework, as if her little fit didn’t affect her. She kept herself uplifted by playing music and practicing some CPM …show more content…
It was a daily problem that mama had at her work, and Reema just talked to her as she normally would. After dinner, mama felt like she needed to talk to someone. Mama began to repeat the same problem she was having at work was with Reema’s brother. It can easily be seen that at this point, Reema was getting annoyed by the fact that mama kept on talking about these “stupid” things. It didn’t matter to her because it was such a trivial problem. All anyone can see was Reema’s irritation and the upset face she was making. She had no reason to put all her anger on mama. That day, Reema continued to work on her homework and projects until 12am, when everyone in the house was
Staring at the screen, the young author sighed in frustration, her fingers once again failing her as she was distracted by the din of the news on TV. Resigned, she shut it off and turned back to her blank document wishing for the ability to channel her emotions towards the high expectations placed before her, as well as the stigmas. She was growing tired of the starkness of the world around her.
My mind had begun to clutter like a prison, very ironic being that’s what living here felt like. I heard the sounds *Click-Click, Click-Clack* flying through the hall as I sat on my bed in a room so full of expensive items and clothes that you would be convinced that I am loved. My stomach growled being that I hadn’t eaten all day and it was a Saturday. On Saturdays Kayne is off work and even if he was nice when sober, I was still scared. Even the social workers would believe that everything here was okay. A realization needs to be made that
Without questions, my sister and I ascended to the bedroom we shared. Powder Puff pink walls greeted us, but they did not assist in lightening the mood. Tears stung my eyes. After hearing more commotion below, I trudged over to Emma and enveloped her in a hug. To my surprise, she did not push me away like usual. We sobbed quietly in each others shoulders for a while, then separated. Thinking homework could aid in distraction, I grabbed and unzipped my
She paused for a moment and looked at the page of cheesy comparisons and misspelled words. Just then, she felt like she was in 3rd grade again, watching her mother leave forever. Feeling left behind, forgotten. Unwanted. The only light in the dark room was the glow of her laptop and the glistening tears rolling down her face.
Fatigue was getting to her. The hot day got dark fast. The sky was turning dark gray. Storm clouds were gathering, fast. Maddy, still flustered, thought she was close to the building. She saw building collapsing and a ginormous crowd of people rushing out. She ran to get a closer look. Maddy’s stomach dropped, that was the hotel she was staying at. What if mom, dad, and the boys went back to the hotel when I left? This is all my fault, they could, they could . . . die. Maddy thought as her eyes filled with tears. Her legs took control and sprinted to the sight of the collapsing hotel.
As I trudged bleakly through the double doors, slowly sitting down in my seat, and listened as the cushion deflated underneath me, I wondered whether I could just go back to my dorm and sleep. Thoughts ran through my light-headed brain, all I could really think about had to do with tissues, and lots of water to mask my hideous cough. I hated being sick, especially during school. Nevertheless, I still went to every one of my classes, even if I felt horrible. I always told myself during times when I felt like giving up, just one more hour, just one more day. Just like me, thousands of people went through similar situations, but the way they respond to them showed their own personal perspectives.
She woke up and stretched the stiffness from her limbs as she glanced at the clock, squinting through the blur of her tired eyes. 6:30 am, it read back to her, she sighed as she inched her way out of bed, not wanting to reach the edge and just stay in the warmth of her cozy sheets all day. When she finally stumbled into school, the students all around her were exactly the same. They walked the halls only half awake, hunching over and grumbling as they shuffled down the narrow halls. Only half conscious, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes. Through class, their eyes stared empty toward the board, barely aware of what is going on around them, slumping in their seats, just waiting for the final bell.
Lugging my heavy backpack seemed like unnecessary torture, every afternoon trekking the hallway that lead to my Grandma’s classroom which was situated on what seemed like the longest hall in the school, and her room last one on the left. This hall was the only one that was peaceful at this time of day as there were few children and the principal’s office was there as well. As I passed the door of the classroom that held the children sentenced to detention, I waved to Ms. Faulkner, the last door before my destination. When I reached my grandma’s room as always the door was sprung open, nonetheless I still knocked before entering. She sat at a round, wooden table in the front of the room in front of the whiteboard, where she thought her students, “Hi,” I sung, as I waved to everyone. Her four students were congregated in the back of the room at a table with her assistant at the head. Beaming, I approached my Grandma and gave her a tight embrace. Her hugs always warm me to my core, from the vibrations of love emanating from her soul. Then, I sat in a low, uncomfortable plastic chair across from my
As I was getting in the car I felt like I had lead feet, and on the way to school my mom drove so fast I couldn’t even see the trees as we passed them. We reached the school and as I walked in the heavy front doors to the loud hallways, my stomach was churning. I kept my head down the whole way to my locker, trying to block out the noises from all the other kids reuniting with their friends. The morning of boring classes went by slowly and finally the bell rang for lunch.
Paige rushed around the house as she got ready for work. All she could think about was the extra ten minutes she spent in bed that morning and whether or not it was worth it. While she was rushing around trying to feed the dog, brush her hair and get her lunch ready for the day, she decided it was worth it. She really needed the extra sleep and it felt good to take a few minutes for herself. Paige has been going to school full time, working at the agency full time and studying for her last few finals. She only had a few more days until she was finally finished with her master degree and she would be done with school after six very long years. Even though she was feeling rushed this morning, she knew it would only be a few more weeks of the craziness; that was enough to push her out the door and prepare to start her day.
The aroma of musty wood and rusty metal lingered in the still air as my forehead beaded with droplets of cold sweat. As I sat fidgeting on an uneven blue chair, I absentmindedly watched as students entered small rooms with distressed emotions plastered on their anxious faces. There was one particular student I watched from a distance as she cautiously walked into a room that was lined with tearing yellow wallpaper. Her rich auburn blonde hair was matted down to her scalp from her sweat and I noticed her calves were shaking the tiniest bit. Her face portrayed an uneasy look as she slowly closed the door and I gradually snapped back into focus.
Waking up she ran up and down those stairs. Going into the bathroom to get herself ready for school. Ely’s never late for school. Getting into the car knowing she should have went into her grandmas room that day, to get her prayer as she always gets. Ely just said, “I will do it after school.” But what Ely didn't know that her life was was going to take a curve for the worst.
Ana woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring in her ear. She smacked it onto the floor and pulled her pillow over her face. She groaned, school was starting, summer was over. Ana didn't mind school, she liked to learn. It was just, the bullying every year was horrible for her. She would get beaten up, and at lunch, the other kids would throw food at her. Even Ana's own sister, Ame, bullied her. Ana pushed back these thoughts and put her glasses on.
She tugged on a hoodie while explaining to herself why she always did this. She gripped her car keys as she jogged down the stairs to the parking lot. Her best friend constantly needed her help when she was unavailable emotionally. He had problems in his relationship, so that made her the couple counselor. She loved helping other people, but she was tired of seeing her friend be treated badly. The car halted in front of the house full of harsh words. She could feel the tension radiating from behind the walls. She didn’t knock on the door, but she climbed the table Louis used to get to the roof.
She needed a break. She ran towards her room and slammed the door. It was a mess, clothes thrown everywhere, papers littered the floor… everything skewed out of place. She dropped her book bag down and flopped onto her bed. It has been a long couple of day. Really long. She knew that she probably… no… was being selfish. Her mother spent long hours at the hospital watching over