Tears Essay

"Why me?" Sandy screamed,” why is all this happening to me?!" Sandy is a 14 year old freshmen at Burnette High School. She deals with a lot of bullying and physical abuse by her parents, she wishes for peace within her life. It seems as if Sandy isn 't going to never get what she wants in life, ever since the age of 7 Sandy has dealt with abuse. Her mother is 32 year old, Barba Brown and her father is 31 year old O’Neal Johnson. They are both addicted to drugs, they are heartless and abusive as

One wonders where to start? It happened so long ago the memories are all forgotten but a couple tiny, minute fragments; Shattered pieces, I can only see small picture like memories of. The one I remember most is a story of teaching, of enlightenment. When I learned a lesson that I will keep for a lifetime. To treasure life and all things given for you do not know when they can be taken from you. Our story began on a crisp summer morning in the year 2008. I was 8 at the time ,and still naive in

a desperate look. The woman's eyes practically begged her husband to think of something clever to get them all out of there, but, alas, Sherlock hadn't the slightest sample of a plan. (Y/N)'s eyes watered as she cried silently, nnot caring if her tears were now falling down her cheeks and on her blouse, some of them ending up rolling down her neck as well. Sherlock's eyes had only gone red. God knew if this was due to his anger or his need to cry too. (Y/N) didn't have the time to decided which,

I can't stop thinking of Darry tonight. His crying really left me BEWILDERED. Sodapop and I ain't ever seen Darry cry before. He's always put on a strong face for us, I never thought I'd be the one to open the floodgates, I thought he hated me. For a while it actually almost felt like Darry wasn't even human, just someone there to constantly nag us, well, mainly me. Thinkin' back though I know "Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he care, he was trying too hard

Standing in front of her vanity, Judith started to rip and tear at the pages and only kept the important pieces in hand. She slipped them into crevices of the mirror and used the warm, sticky liquid on her mirror to glue some pictures to it. She got up to look at what she created but flinched instead at the sound

extended my own hand and lightly touched his shoulder. No reaction. He couldn’t see me. To him I was not there because we were from different realms. His name escaped my lips and forced itself out of my mouth with the desire to reach him fuelling it. Tears rolled down my non-existent cheeks, and I lunged forward to embrace him. His scent remained the same as always and danced in my nose. As if my very being were not there, my hands slipped through his. The warmth radiated from his touch once before it

principal will spank me!” Relieved that nothing was seriously wrong, they understood the importance of the problem to my little brain and were quick to reassure me. The following morning dawned, a crisp autumn day, I woke up excited, forgetting my tears from the night before. The bus came and my first noisy, confusing and intimidating bus ride came and went. Over the course of the ride I developed a fear of older kids that is with to me to this day for no other reason than that they are older. Finally

I’d never felt before – I felt empty on the inside. It all felt like I had entered a cardiac arrest a long time ago and no one had done anything to save me… not even my dearest friend, my deepest love ­– the man whom I loved so much. Clouds full of tears, a heart full of thorns and a life full of devastations was all I was working

Learning To Let Go I was Wonder Woman. For hours on end I collected candy and walked around my neighborhood. It was Halloween and everything seemed perfect. I had candy that's all I wanted, all I needed. I turned my pillowcase inside out and a eruption of candy flowed through my living room. I began sorting the candy from chocolates to fruit snacks, and that one random toothbrush. The first thing I ate was a big bag of Cheetos. I danced around the house licking the cheese dust off my fingers, but

In Helena Viramontes’ short story “The Moths,” she explores the thematic ideas of negativity and growth in the context of familial expectations. Initially, Viramontes utilizes the conflict with Apa as a way to set up the dramatic change in the narrator. In doing so, she suggests that Apa’s methods of forcing growth in the context of familial expectations is not an efficient way to achieve this goal. The narrator does not feel growth when she is forced to go to church like her father demands because