My Life

day my life shattered into a million pieces. It had been a million degrees that day and the grass was starting to die off. My neighborhood was, for the most part, mellow and sociable, with the exception of a few brawls here and there between kids. We would fight over toys and who got to sit where in the Climbing Tree. However, I never really paid close enough attention to realize that the adults fought too. Not with other neighbors, but within my own family. Sometimes when it got bad, my mom

I stared down at my city because I wanted it to be the last thing I ever saw. The dim, flickering streetlights, the occasional flashing headlight of a vehicle and the peaceful resplendence of a neighbourhood in the middle of the night almost made my heart ache. But there was no turning back. The big clock in the middle of the city showed half an hour to midnight. I had reached a crossroads in life, and I had chosen the easy way out. As I stood on the bridge, miles above the nearest human being

At times, I see my life as being stupidly stressful. I’m young, I want time to myself. Time where I have nothing to do. Where I can take naps, eat a half-gallon of ice cream and become addicted to some new television series. As a matter of fact, I lived that lifestyle once. To be honest, I absolutely hated it. As stressful as days can be, with little to no pauses, I much prefer it than not keeping busy.Time is so scarce, I try to make the most of it. More specifically by playing time, or rather,

about yourself, and you won’t lead a happy and fulfilling life. You meet a lot of people in your life. For me the most important and influencing are family and the friends you choose to accept as family. I was born in 1991 and became the sixth member of my family. For the next nine years I thought my family was normal, filled with love, fighting, and yelling. Unfortunately, I was young and naïve and there were clearly issues, which was why my parents got a divorce in 2000. From that point on I was

My life has been cut short by an impending deadline that has been placed upon me. I’m dying of cancer, and I don’t want to be. No matter how much I act like I’m not scared, I’m terrified. Not by death itself, but by not living. The future was always something I had worried about. I had so much time. So much time that I let it slide through my fingers like worthless pennies. But the truth is, time is a thief, stealing everything I dream for and there’s nothing I can do about it. I lie on the hospital

Here I am now, standing under these lights, I hear a thunderous applause, my heart is beating fast. Everyone is looking at me with a smile on the face. I can see my parents sitting in the front seats looking at me so proudly. They are glad telling other people that I am their daughter. After this hard time, I can finally speak like a normal person, not only that, and now my words can reach people’s hearts, change lives and bring hope to others who their lives turned into darkness so suddenly as what

start at the beginning. Looking back on my elementary years, I don’t recall much other than recess and lunchtime. I do remember my middle school and high school days. I made close friends during those years friends that I still speak to till this very day. Friends that I share bonds and memories with. In school I have always been the prepared one, I have always been the one to do assignments weeks, days, months (if possible) before things are do. I’m like my mom in that way getting things out of the

People never realize how special things are until they are gone. My grand aunt, Aunt Mim, used to always give us 5 dollar bills with a little red heart in the corner for our birthdays. Of course, us children didn’t think much of it, we would spend it right away for a new toy or a bag of candy. We were all very close to our Aunt Mim when we were kids, we’d spend a week in the summer with her, all of our cousins too. Aunt Mim wasn’t like an ordinary adult, she was fun and loved to break the rules.

I wasn't interested in books when I was very young, except for an interest in comic books. Maybe that's because I was never really read to consistently. My mother claims to have read to me some when I was younger, but I don't remember it. Giving birth to five kids in seven years, and having one die at three days old, sort of cut into her time for entertaining me with thrilling renditions of The Cat in the Hat. I had to entertain myself with what I could find, and I picked up some basic reading skills

time I woke up, my two brothers were already up, and I could hear the sizzling of the strips of bacon being made on the pan. “Mmmmmmm, bacon”, I thought to myself as I got up to brush my teeth. While I was putting some Colgate spearmint toothpaste, I heard the distinctive ringtone of my dad's phone. As usual when my dad is on the phone, we all didn’t talk. It was until my dad got off the phone and jumped up in joy. I opened the door to see what was going on. “You made it in!” my dad told me. “Made