A Short Story : The Story Of My Life

To some parents, teenagers may seem like aliens because they don’t understand them. In reality, the world deals with communicating with the unknown, this happens with languages and miscommunication between parents and children. In the story, Louise deals with trying to understand the heptapods language trying to communicte with her daughter. In The Story of Your Life, Ted Chiang uses imagery to help support the theme “Communication with the unknown”.

I was born in Phoenix, Arizona to my mother and father and was raised there all my life. I had a great childhood being raised in a Christian school and attending my beloved church. I became a Christ follower by age four and have continued in my walk with God ever since. From an early age it was obvious that I was a natural born leader. I cared for everyone I came into contact with discovering an unconventional love, especially with the outcasts and lonely. Everyone knew me as the girl so extroverted I could befriend a stranger on the street. I obtained an unforeseen love and empathy for people which drew people to me even more. I had a wonderful life, or at least I thought I did.

At the start of my life, I lived among my mother, father, and my older sister in Oklahoma. Shortly after I was born, my father got the opportunity to move to Texas to further his work. We moved when I was only four and began a new life in a small apartment just off of I-45. I attended a Christian elementary school, which made us wear fitted uniforms, and made my first few friends.

The voice in my head, normally so calm and controlled, was screaming at me to run. That was exactly what was going through my five year old mind when I walked around the hallway corner to see my mother being beat to her death by my biological father, Brax Magnus. As I tried so hard to stay and defend my mom, I could not help but panic and so I ran. I ran so far until I seen a small gas station. I went inside to find a phone, but realized I did not know who to call. The cashier, seeing that I was crying and looked panic, walked over to me.

“They judge me like a picture book, by the colors like they forgot to read”-Lana del rey. Proving that people tend to judge without allowing themselves to give me a chance. They always go with what their eyes tell, but they should know that I'm more than what I appear to be.

“Hey mom how are you doing today?” I said as I climbed into the four door G.M.C. Fine my mom replied. Wow another bland answer I thought to myself I wonder what high school I got into should I ask her or should I wait I thought to myself. “Hey mom any news?” No, she replied. Wow still I got another plain answer. Man, I still want to ask her about the school because I really wanted to know what’s the deal about me getting into high school or not. I’ve been waiting for a good moment for me to ask here the question as we pulled out the schools traffic

During the summer of 2017 life was perfectly fine, not worrying about stress and being carefree and single. This is why it was carefree and fun first I had a job at McDonald’s which I thought was going to be boring and dreadful but it turned out that I loved it the managers they were nice and I was very good at every job they gave me and then when paycheck day came I was cut 400 dollars which didn’t bother me much at first because the manager said he would fix it I just had to give him all of my hours that I worked. Giving him all of my hours was easy to do so I did that with no problem. After I gave him my hours 2 weeks have passed and I still never got my full paycheck then finally I talked to the managers which apparently they had no clue about it and told me to talk to another manager and then after that my brother took a vacation to Washington state and never came back so I was done at that point I walked out and then a few days later they gave me my paycheck’s and begged me to come back, I considered coming back but after all of that annoyance I wanted to have a good summer so instead I never went back. This didn’t hinder me of the good summer I wanted so from there the summer truly began.

Long ago, a young man walked the streets of Tokyo, begging for spare change and food. His cloths were filthy, his hair hung in front of his eyes and he hadn’t eaten for days. Unfortunately, most people ignored him or yelled at him to leave them alone. When the sun started to set he walked to the back of the ally where he lived. He sat on the old mattress and shoved his hands in his pockets, pulling out everything he had. “Five dollars and 63 cents, an arcade token, and a fake penny.” He said to himself, tossing the arcade token and fake money into the dumpster next to the mattress.

“What a day!”, Jennifer thought to herself with a half smile as she studied the reflection looking back at her in the bathroom mirror. Standing there in her tiny apartment, she wondered how she managed to get so fortunate. Every day seemed a gift but did not take them lightly or for granted. Everywhere she went these days, people nodded appreciative greetings or went all out with full compliments. Sure she always tried to look her best, but even as she studied her own countenance, she did not deceive herself that she was in any way perfect. To her mind, metaphorically, being in her late forties definitely did not make her the prized eight ball in the rack of balls on the pool table. The odds were considerably high that she’d be one of if not the first ball to be struck by the cue ball and fall into one of the pockets out of play in every competitive game. Even if she survived a shot, she wouldn’t be on the table very long. And when it came down to it, her five-foot-six-inch one-hundred-thirteen-pound slender body and age appropriate yet sexy hair and face just recently happened, a weird phenomenon that mysteriously occurred perhaps from sheer force of willpower alone. She brushed her teeth and got set to shower while mulling over the events of that late afternoon. Three hours earlier, a stylish and handsome gray-haired distinguished looking man directed flirtatious charm at her, engaging her in conversation in line at a cookie kiosk in the mall. It felt good—and right. The

My mother destroyed her life with addiction but it would be a mistake to say I did not grasp the immense love in her actions. Throughout her turmoil, I began to appreciate the conduct of person rather than their words. I've received a phantom of a father, his words appear on Facebook timeline: _Merry Christmas to my kids and My Grandson. Dad Loves You and Miss You_. I can be honest and say his quick intention is to shroud the immense absence, the unfulfilling yet continually provoking hole, that he has given our family. I've taken action to fill that hole that has inured our family for too long.

Over spring break of 2014, my family went on a mission trip to Haiti. A couple years before this, a family from my church, the Grosses, had moved to Haiti to become full time missionaries. My father had already visited them once and came back a different, better person. So being a thoughtful father, he decided that I needed this newfound realization in my own life. So my whole family and I traveled to Cap Haitien, Haiti.

I don’t really know where to begin, but i’ll give it a try. My names Jethro (JuJu) Melse also known as Jet. I turned 16 this month on the third of September. I was born in Orlando, Florida. But was raised in Paterson ,New Jersey. My nationality is Haitian. Im also a Christian. I am also the first born. I grew up with two younger siblings. But I had a lot of responsibilities from a young age. I will be telling you the story about me.

It was so quiet you could hear a pin drop, I could hear the sounds of birds chirping and I still just sat there on my bed sobbing and wondering what I would do with someone I barely know. I was pouting trying to figure out what to do. Suddenly, I heard a phone ring and it was my mom's phone and I tried to listen in on her conversation from my room but it was too hard. After she got off the phone, she came running upstairs and knocked on my door “Izzy are you up I have good news” I pretended I was asleep and didn't answer her, eventually she went back downstairs. I was so upset that I had to take a nap, so I did. About 45 minutes later I woke up and went downstairs, Mom said that she had wonderful news. “Izzy I got a phone call and I am able to bring one guest with me that can stay in the house and see me when I get back every day” I jumped with joy! “Izzy I know you want to come with me, but if you want, you can still see grandma if you want to”. As soon as mom said that, suddenly I realized that I haven't seen my grandmas in years and she knows i'm coming and she is probably super excited excited to see me. Also I want to be able to see mom, so I went back to my room to think things over. I listed the good things about going to grandmas. She probably is super excited to see me after all of these years and I do want to see her and also it would be cool to see her for 2 months because after the 2 months I may not see her fore many more years. I went downstairs and started

Everywhere we went my mom would say hello to somebody she knew. My sister and I would hide behind my mom, grabbing her by her jeans or each other in nervousness and we did not want my mom’s friend to see us. We would only come out when my mom would tell us to come forward and greet. My sister and I would look at each other before we said hi. The only times when we weren’t shy were when we would see our cousins. We would run up to them and try to play. My two or three year old body would try hard to keep its balance as I ran through the tan, dark, colored dirt road. I would often trip then fall on my face and cry. My mom would always scream at us” Que les dije woe no corran!”, “Didn’t I tell you not to run?” but we never listened. We were happy to run free getting our shoes dirty in the process and it gave me much joy to see people we knew everyday. Aunts and uncles would come over to our house and the smells of the frijoles, rice, nopales and sometimes meat cooking on the stove would fill the house. Lunch and Dinner were both eaten as a family, and tortillas were something you could not live without. With all the people and kids in the house you could see the dark muddy footprints all over the white tiles of the living room, and you could follow the footsteps into the kitchen.

I sat in front of my bright, intense computer screen, desperately trying to finish my math homework. I was failing this class, as well as every other class, but I was far behind my peers in math. I was wishing I could have some alien genius tutor me.