I Cried

How was your weekend Jazzy?” My eye automatically shifted towards a cutie pie walking thr the halls. His name is Govanni. “ He was so handsome, so strong, I love how his hair stands up when he walks, fluffy it is, it was like watching a cloud just sit there on his head.” “RINGGGGGGGGGGG!” , goes the school bell. “Bye ! ” She yelled to Kyle “ I better get going ” she told herself. “ Hello students ! How was your weekend !?” the gym teacher said in a very loud and manly voice. “Today is, Let's

I was very interested in summer thunderstorms, still am as old as I are. And in the winter i would stand all day by the window watching it snow. Especially if there was a great big bilzzard raging. I always had a willful nature in being temper. I was very determined always that all things will come to my satisfaction… or else. People always said i had fire in my eyes. I would not even stand for a snowless winter. I cried once when the snow stopped falling. And my poor father looked at me so queer

helped or how friendly they were to people. On June 18, 2016, I experienced death for the first time. I was not very close to this person but he was someone who really impacted my life and my families. I just never realized how much he meant to us until that second Saturday of June. It all started three years

After being taken back to the unit, the kids were at lunch, so I felt relieved. If you haven’t realized by now, my relief is always temporary. I was strip searched and taken off all of my medications that eased me due to doctor’s orders, he wanted me on a clean slate. I sat in an all white room with blinding blue chairs that were drilled into the ground, a television behind plexus-glass, and a table built onto the wall. I didn’t know when I had first arrived this room would become familiar and a part

who I knew I could talk to about any and everything. Whenever I was feeling sad, happy, or even nervous I knew that she would be there. I would even go as far as calling her my protector because whenever I’d be about to get in trouble she would step in and save me. So, when she died it was like the whole world crashed on top of my head.  My aunt had been battling throat cancer for a few months before she died. When I first found out that she had cancer, I was in denial. The day I found out I had

garage. Inside, the walls were tan and mustard yellow. It was plain in the house but I didn’t expect much. It smelt like the over-done scentsy that I put in. It was called apple-butter and that’s exactly what the house smelt of. It was three stories and the basement was half finished. I painted the door a dark red and it made the whole house stick out. I remember it being so welcoming and now when I think about it, I get a cold shiver down my spine. There were holes in some of the walls from things

“ I drove despite the broken promises and heartache and all the lying and stealing and flimsy, sorry-as-hell excuses” (4). Sweetgirl by Travis Mulhauser is a very intriguing fiction book. I read half my book and already have a great understanding of it. This book is about a 16 year old girl, Percy, in search of her mother. Percy’s mother, Carletta, chose drugs over her kids. Percy hasn’t given up on her mother yet though, she still has hope in her mother. In the first few chapters Mulhauser explained

I stared down at my hands, trying to control the shaking. My breathing came out slowly, if it came out at all. I felt like bursting into tears. I stared at the boards in front of me. My head was spinning, and my mind was racing. I couldn’t believe I had missed that break. I had practiced this break time and time again. It was my best break of all. Normally, my foot went through the board like a hot knife through butter. I could break double boards with that sidekick and not blink an eye or

MY PAST I was born in North Carolina. I wasn’t born in Wisconsin because when my dad fought, he trained down in North Carolina before he went to war. Shortly after I was born, we moved to Wisconsin because that’s where all my family was. We moved into a house for about eight months while we looked for a different house. Than we moved into my old house. My parents always knew that wasn’t going to be our forever home. When I was ten or eleven, we sold our house and moved into my grandma's house for

it differently. Paul and I are married for 10 years now. As we all know, marriage is not like what you read in fairy tale books. It can be compared to a roller coaster ride. In marriage, we fix the broken things instead of throwing it away. We may not have everything but we strive to be able to provide for the family – my husband specifically. When our second child turned 3 years old, July of 2012, we talked about trying for a third child. Having two girls already, I started yearning for a son