My Life - Original Writing

Seven years earlier, I migrated to Hawaii when I was twenty-three. I had flown away from my mother and my life in the Philippines. Like young adults and being rebellious, I wanted to live on my own away from my mother 's roof. I left the city life I grew up with in the Philippines in hope of a better life in another country.

Almost an hour later, she stands in the living room, staring at the clock. A groaning floor board lets her know that her mother had woken up. The faint smell of honeysuckle let her know that she was taking this meeting seriously. As she turns, she sees a beautiful red headed woman, cleaned up with her nicer clothes on, and a proud smile adorning her face. Before she can comment on her mother's looks, there's a knock at the door. Green eyes widen and a huge lump instantly forms in her throat. "He's here," she whispers as the older woman waves her hands toward the door. "Answer it," the lady whispers back. As Neva rushes to the door, she's straightening her appearance again. With a deep breath and shaky hands, she turns the door

In comparing the Parthenon and Pantheon Buildings there are many similarities and many differences noted. Each has a specific use and design though some of the elements are the same.

The message rang in my ear. I could not believe what I was hearing. My body had gone completely numb. I no longer could feel myself sitting, but only felt sharp ice cold pains that the table was sending through my body. This just can not be true. I do not have time for this. How could I have this happen to me? I wanted to speak but could not find the words. What was there to say? I sat on that cold icy table, his eyes watching with concern.

“One ticket for Cold Spring please.” Emily said quickly, the lady in the ticket booth gave her her ticket and directed her to the bus platform. Emily quickly and quietly walked over to the bus and took her seat. A few hours later the bus stopped and announced its destination, Emily got off the bus and walked quickly down the streets searching for any opportunity to get somewhere to sleep without attracting to much attention to herself. She walked past a TV shop and in the window the TV was playing. The same news playing from earlier that day, she wished every thing would just disappear and leave her alone for at least one day. She eventually found a small quiet motel, she got a nice room.

Picture yourself in my position; imagine looking through my eyes. During this story that I am about to tell, I want you to pretend you are me. Feel my emotions, feel my pain, and feel the moment. Relive my story…

I stepped into my host on a Thursday, slipped into the cracks of her insecurities and nested in the place where her pride once was. I flipped and destroyed her home, smashed the windows that looked out onto her beautiful garden and barricaded the doors. I wasn 't being evicted, not this time.

I snuggled into something soft yet hard. I slowly opened my eyes, trying to adjust the brightness that was coming from the window. I rubbed my eyes. I looked around to see me in our room, on the bed.

It started with a single crash. Then my world fell apart. A piercing scream filled the air, one that I will never forget. It was my mother’s... Then everything went black.

"Mommy! Look!" I cried as I held a snowflake in my hand, as if I was holding a newborn baby.

I should have stopped him, I knew he was too young, his body; too weak, his brain; not smart enough but I still let him go. His mother, Mrs. Robert’s had made the mistake to trust me with her only child, Cameron. I regret what happened to him, he was just an innocent five years old, full of energy and curiosity that I used against him. I wish I could take it all back but I can’t because that poor child is already dead. Only because I let the evil inside me run free and chained the conscience to the back of my brain. That one decision will haunt me for the rest of my life.

“My lifestyle will go with me to my grave,” I thought as I took a sip of my Moscato, sitting at the bar during happy hour in Saltgrass Steak House talking on my cell phone with Akie D. “Man, I’ve been fucking up behind Ingrid’s back bro. I really don’t know what I’m going to do about my latest situation with Ingrid. I have really been acting strange lately.”

I yawn and arch my back in a big stretch. I could see my breath in the air. It would be getting colder from now on. I take a look around the small hut we call home.

“Nico! Nico!” my mom, Lutex, shouted while aggressively shaking me, “Wake up our ride is here.” I looked at the clock and stared at it for a long time, it read: 4:30 am. I moaned in despair and remembered that we were flying to our cousin’s house today. I still thought it was unfair that my sisters and I had to go to our cousin’s while our parents went to Las Vegas. I got my mind off of it and raced to the bathroom. After using the bathroom I washed my face and brushed my teeth, I got out and my sisters were waiting behind the door. I crept out and heard a honk. This was not the honk you’d hear from a duck, but a car. I got dressed into sweats and a shirt, fixed my shoelaces and stepped outside. Surprisingly, my parents and sisters were already situated with our suitcases.

I have never been more scared in my entire life. I’ve seen it in movies but it’s never happened in real life. I can actually see it with my own eyes. We all saw it and we even have evidence.