Life, in my opinion, was quite boring. Waking up every single day of my teenage life at the same time, eating breakfast at the exact same time, taking practically the same lunch five times a week, taking the bus with the same people I've known all my life and eventually ending up spending eight hours out of my day being around those people. At the end of the day, I still have to go home to meet my family. And yes, it may seem as if I'm a very moody and arrogant teenager, but in my defense, that was the old me. Everything about me changed on that fateful day. It was on June first that everything changed. As I was sleeping all I could hear was loud noises and screams, at first, I taught it was my annoying brother watching another horror movie, but then I could feel grains of sand falling on my face. Then I felt very hot and it felt like I was sleeping on something very hard and cold. I was too tired to wake up so I thought it was a dream at first, but then I could feel a hand shaking me and screaming for me to wake up. When I finally opened my eyes, I was beyond shocked. I was surrounded by men, women, and children running for their lives, bullets going through their bodies and a woman screaming at me in a language I've never heard but weirdly could understand. She was telling me to get up and run for my life that the enemies have arrived and that they were killing them. Funny enough that is what I did, but in the process, so many things were going through my mind, like how
When I woke up, I had no idea where I was, until seconds later when I realized almost everything in the room was white. My hair was pulled out of my bun and I was wearing a patient's gown. There was a lady in baby blue shirt with little snoopy dogs on it leaning over the bed with a clipboard in her left hand, and a pen in her right. The instant I moved my head to look around, I regretted it and let my head flop back down, then regretted that even more. My whole right side of my body felt like it was being burned and stabbed right there on the spot. I moaned and I heard my mom's voice, just a little too
When I woke up. I was in a cemetery. There was a church with an iron fence. The fence had little skull heads on it. I wander around the graveyard. I saw a person standing by an open grave. I walk over to him, he growls, “ERRRR!” he sounded like my teacher Mrs. Gulon when we wake her from her morning nap. I touch the man on the shoulder and say, “ Excuse me sir, where am I?” He slowly turned around and with his bony fingers grabbed my arm. He tried to bite me. He was a scary man and bloody arms. His shirt was full of blood. I think he was a grave digger.
There I lay quietly and still as my gun wound gets worse, I fell a breeze go across my face like wind on a stormy day I think to myself “am I going to die?” then I see in the distance a glowing light flashing red and blue continuously as I hear the sirens getting closer I start to fade. I’m awake sitting in a chair in the hospital then I check my body for wounds and but…found nothing as I walk down the hallway I suddenly remember that my mom was in the hospital for reasons I did not know I said to myself quietly “I’ll just go home and rest for now” as I walk out of the hospital and towards my car I see a white owl fly by some ones house and remembered I saw it in my dream just flashbacks of little glimpses from my dream I reach for my car handle and opened my car I sat down shivering in the cold night for my back window was broken, as I am diving I feel a slight pain on my lower back I stop at the side of a burger hut and check as the pain got worse I see guys getting closer wearing saggy clothes one pulls a gun on me…im laying on the floor…once again I am in the hospital chair this time I do everything over again not realizing it but there was a little ball underneath my skin.
When I wake up I see a deathly, pale, colourless body. I check to see if she is breathing. Nothing. As much as I tried to hold it in, the pain came out like an uproar from my throat in the form of a silent scream. The beads of water started falling down one after another, without a sign of stopping. I check to see if my mother left anything for me like some food or jewels so I could always remember her. I see a white piece of paper in her
I woke with a start. My eyes sprung open, but I could not see anything. It was pitch black. My eyes began to adjust and I heard very loud, unfamiliar voices. They were yelling at my parents. I don’t know exactly what they were saying, but we were in trouble. My mother started to cry, and there was
Sitting here and looking back, my life is pretty boring now compared to when I was younger, it was all fun, now as I'm growing up I realize not everything is easy, school is a lot more stressful. I was born here in Longmont colorado, my birthday is in June 3rd so I just turned 13. I am the youngest, yet still taller than my older sister, and two brothers. Mexico and North Carolina are my favorite places to go one reason is because there family that i rarely see, when I do go to either place it gets my mind off things, which is good. I would like to have a great life someday maybe it's just because I'm lazy or school is just boring but I don't wanna go to college. Also I didn't have much friends when I was in elementary, something good about
The number one thing that woke me up was a scream it was a man,I grabbed my shotgun and I went toward the sound of screaming and there were two guys and a girl one.One guy had a baseball bat and the other two had knifes each.There were five Z’s they were surrounding them I shot 2 ,the girl stabbed the other two and the two guys killed the last.All that was left was me and the three people ,I didn’t get a good look at them when I was fighting.The guy with the bat had a straight bill cap on a vest on top of a black shirt,tan shorts he was tall skinny,his name was jared he had brown eyes and black hair.The guy with the knife, he was tall kind of chunky ,glasses black hair lots of acne,jeans,brown
I got up and opened the window to see if anyone was there, but to my surprise there was no one. I have always heard and read about monsters attacking people while they were sleeping so my heart started beating fast. I thought that someone would jump out of the shadows and kill me. I scrutinized the nearby surrounding carefully but I saw no one. Thinking that I heard the noise in my dream, I went back to sleep.
My life was not much different from the average person’s growing up. I had a mother, father, and two brothers. We had a dog. We went on family vacations. My brothers and I played sports together. I don’t really have much to complain about. It was all, for the most part, very normal.
My life was flashing before my eyes, I was realizing what was happening death was coming. Cold and stillness filled the room while the feeling of death started to overtake my body it was a different feeling but it had to come. My limbs felt heavy and I thought real slow everything was slowing down. Just then something odd happened like nothing I ever thought some sound came into the room an annoying buzzing creature.
Over the course of my life I have had many life experiences which have made me who I am today. When I was in my middle childhood, most of my life revolved around playing and having fun. I did not have to put forth effort in hardly any area of my life or work hard in order to achieve specific goals. As time went on however, my own life experiences began to have an effect on me, and shape the person I am today. My life started to change the most during middle childhood when I was around the age of seven years old. At this point in my life, I had to adjust to several big changes.
Lying in bed in the middle of the night while sleep eludes me, a noise breaks through the silence. Oh my God! What was that!? Maybe it was just my imagination, or maybe it was just the house settling. There it is again! I must be hearing things. I get cold and my body starts to shiver uncontrollably. I peek to where the sound comes from and I could swear I see something through the dark room; it appears even darker than the surrounding area. Oh my! I think it just moved. My breathing becomes labored and I pull the covers over my head, trying to calm myself down while making my brain work through what just happened. Was I dreaming? Or did I just see a ghost?
I jolted awake in fear. I had a dream. A weird dream. A vivid dream. It was full of people shouting and bright flashes of light. It was confusing yet clear, like some part of me understood it. I didn’t know it would be important then but now I know. How? Well, it happened like this…
It all started on December 6th, 2002. Nicholas Andrew Hulbert was born at 12:53AM at the St Providence Hospital. I was born into a world full of unknowns. “Let’s name him Nicholas, since today is Saint Nicholas day!”. My father yelped as my mother was holding me in the blue baby cloud blanket that I was wrapped in. Although I do not remember anything about my life before the age of 6, memories show that I had done a lot in that short span of my lifetime. When I was 3 my father Eric traveled a lot, he ran his business and had to go on a lot of business trips. My dad was a scrawny guy, but he definitely had a dad belly from all the beer and wine he drank. My mother was not the same as she is now. She definitely was a lot more healthy and fit. She went out with friends often and actually had a steady job. She had long brown luscious hair Occasionally, my mother would take off work and then we’d get to go with my father on his business trips. It wasn’t very often but those were the good days, when my parents were together happily without family drama or issues and maybe the fact that they were actually together. I wonder what it would be like now if they were still together. But aside from that, when I was 4 according to my parents I was silent, and I barely did anything. I was just your average baby with soft skin and a big ass.Then around the age of 5 I started talking again and was back to normal. Not much happened in the time that I was 5, just a regular life no fun
When most people think of life, they don’t necessarily try nor want to remember the hardships and obstacles it took to get here. Where they are now. Among many things, I’ve seem to count negative marks the most in my life. Although i lived a good, middle class life, it isn’t all it’s made to be.