I Cried

I watched at 8:46am Tuesday morning as the twin towers collapsed. Every moment I saw, tears fell like a hurricane. It hit me like cold ice that I was alone with only my little sister Amber. I have no mommy and no daddy to hold me tight. No one to tell me it will be all right. I watch with regret and despair. I didn’t get to say goodbye or even say I love you. The guilt and loneliness took over, I couldn’t get up. My eyes were locked to the tv. I saw people crying and through their eyes I saw pain

When I was younger, I’ve always done well in school. I got things done and did them well, got high scores, and that’s how I got into the gifted program. Only a few months ago I started questioning my efforts. Once I did, it started out small, and I kept it bottled up inside me because I didn’t want anyone to know. However, one night I let it all out. Everything that was held inside of me just became a burst of tears. Everything I thought about myself was all negative. I felt like I wasn’t being

After a fatal car accident involving my brother as the driver I spent the summer riding with my family to the hospital located in Chapel Hill, North Carolina. I volunteered to spend a week with him. I pushed his wheelchair to his new favorite spot: Starbucks. Imagine The Rock sitting in a wheelchair with a blue hospital gown and slippers in line ordering some sort of insane chocolate concoction with whipcream. I teased him. “Guess I’ll have to tell all your friends you only drink super duper

I was too tired and weak to bother protesting anymore. Long had it been since the fight had left me. Now I watched as if an outsider as my limp body was shoved onto a packed train that would take us to our deaths. If we didn't die on the way first. Time passed me without meaning and the train took off with a lurch. We flew over track, and the effect of so many bodies crammed together was stifling. Perhaps we weren't humans at all, but the other species the Germans talked about and said didn't deserve

Clans I looked down the battle field, ashes of broken warriors and monsters covered the ground. I needed to get back to Earth Clan. I turned around to see a creature, mumbling unspoken words to me. I pulled back my bow, arrow in place, but the monster charged and I didn’t have enough time to shoot. I pulled out my sword, and swung it this way and that. The wretched creature whipped me on my hip. I gasped in pain. With one quick shot-with-an-arrow, the monster lay, dead. All in five seconds, it disappeared

My name is Moonstone, and this is my story. “Spirit, wait up!” I called, racing outside to greet my best friend. She wore purple everyday. Her shirt was purple with yellow flowers and she was wearing black pants, and of course, the blue scarf around her sightless eyes. “Hi.” She said back. I kicked some dust, bored. “Did you clean your necklace like I told you too?” She said. I sighed. “Yes, I did. The black and red almost glows, it’s so clean.” Spirit smiled, and held out hers, it was a swirl

became the complete opposite of what I hoped he would be. I soon realized that he was a two faced liar and one of the most awful people I have ever met. Little did my ten year old self know he would be the downfall of my self confidence and he would slowly destroy any passion I had for the sport I loved all with only a few words. At the age of ten I was the most energetic, go-lucky, confident girl. I excelled at my beloved sport, soccer. I had been playing since I was just a mere five years old, far

Tick Tock.... God, when will the day bloody end. I was sitting in Geography listening to the teacher drone on about tectonic plates. Like what is the deal with tectonic plates? We learn it in Physics, Chemistry AND Geography... I had 2 periods of Geography...and it was getting close to the end of the torture! I had no idea why I was there. I mean Geography is fucking boring and I have to do it for my GCSEs. GCSES! I mean, I chose history because I thought it was interesting and enjoyable but then

young people, grades 7-12, attempt suicide, I was one of the lucky ones who survived.I started my 7th grade year in Arizona. We moved back so my mom could keep custody of my brother. I was 12 when we moved to Akron, Ohio. I was scared but excited to move somewhere knew.On my very first day of school I met some of my closest friends. I started getting bullied around my third week there. It started off small, just a few words here and there. Then the more I ignored it the bigger it got.I reported it

Composition One: Narration      I can remember receiving the news like it was yesterday even though it feels like a lifetime since I last heard Dustin’s high pitched laugh. It’s still hard for me to talk about his suicide.      Even though Dustin had angelic features, such as light green eyes, dark blonde hair, and a smile that would get him out of anything, he was no angel. I remember the time he shot the windows of the bus with his B.B. gun or the