My Worstiest Day Of My Life

Hamilton The story of Alexander Hamilton begins with Aaron Burr asking how a poor orphan from the Caribbean can rise up to be a scholar and a prominent figure in American history. As a child from a broken marriage and an orphan after his mother died, Hamilton did not want his troubled past to define him. This led him to strive for excellence and fight for what he believed in despite the descent of his colleagues.

Then, I heard footsteps getting louder and louder, so quickly hid in the closet. I could hear my heart beating faster and faster as the person kept getting closer. About an hour later, I saw a shadow of a strangely shaped person leaving the room and locking the door. I was relieved and scared at the same time, I didn't know how to get out. So, I first tried to escape out of the black and blue colored window. It was very hard to open,

One of my most scariest moments was when i almost drowned at my favorite beach, Ocean city.I had always wanted to visit Ocean city because i loved the beach until the day i almost died.So on my way to Ocean city i had talked about how superb of a swimer i was and how nobody could ever beat me in a swim race.I got to Ocean city at about 12pm and had lucnh for about an hour and decided to go swim by my self.As i got into the water and started swiming i had realized i was too far away from shore and could feel the sand or gravels anymore, thats when  knew i was in trouble, so i started yelling for help while i was drowning and being pushed back by the water. After several  minutes of struggling

Getting close to the campus, I was very bored(participial) along with my brothers, the whole family was getting tired. Finally, we arrived at the campus it was dark now, it was nice I just didn’t think much of it. We dove around for a bit and finally we stopped at Gunthers, an old hotel(appositive). It was a very eerie place, one of the creepiest places I have ever been too, it was like a ghost town. We got our room key and began walking to our room, it had dead animals, and creepy baby dolls behind glass displays, flickering lights, also zero other people in there. I did not like the feeling of the place at all. When we arrived at our room, a blast of frigid air hits me in the face. It had a mysterious smell too it, I did not like it at all so I went to bed immediately so I could get out of there as soon as possible. We woke up around eight in the morning. We were headed to a place called Dan’s

We pulled up to an old house that looked abandoned. I saw the Chloe was trying her hardest to hide a nasty grin but, I ignored it because the house is what really grabbed my attention. Chloe turned off the car and opened the door. After that she signaled us to follow. Carly and Ellie glanced at each other and smirked at each other. We walked up to the doorway and opened the door. Somehow I got in front of them and walked in first. Right at that moment someone popped out and screamed. Then I found myself covered in spoiled milk. There was cameras flashing everywhere and all I could do was run and cry. I ran all of the way home, up the stairs, and straight into the bathroom to shower. I couldn't believe how stupid I was and how I didn't see what was coming the whole time. My mother knocked on the door. I stood there for a minute before I opened

Human nature is destructive. Since the beginning of civilization, people have been driven by their greed. Because of this, we have allotted many tragedies marked in history. Hearing this, your mind may have wandered back to the 20th century, where dictators came from war-torn societies. A popular example would be none other than Adolf Hitler.

I turned on my flashlight, it was the first thing that came to my mind. As, the bright light flashed its way on, were the “shadow” I saw a couple seconds ago was gone, it must have gone back into the house have to check this out. I decided to go into the “Haunted Mansion”, I walked in and every step I took, the wooden floor made a loud “CREAK!!!” The lights are so dim, that you can’t see anything far away into the darkness, this was literally a maze. I walked until I noticed there was a staircase heading up to this second floor. I took a couple steps towards the stairs then All of sudden, the most creepiest sound in history of sounds filled my ears, it was the sound of tiny footsteps of children running around… I took one step onto the stairs and it made a huge noise. Then the running noise stopped. I listen, my heart stopped……

Nuclear power is a bad way to make more energy. What exactly is nuclear power? Nuclear power is the use of nuclear reactions that release nuclear energy to generate heat. Nuclear power is an substandard way to make energy because nuclear power releases radioactive material and dangerous chemical elements such as plutonium, nuclear power has serious health/safety concerns and accidents keep occurring, and there are so many other energy sources that are less expensive besides nuclear power like natural gas, coal and oil.

Leaves crunched underfoot as I walked under the moonlight away from my best friend 's house. I shiver as I wrap my arms around my body wishing I had brought a jacket with me. As I get closer to my house I feel something approaching me, I turn to see what’s there, but see nothing but my shadow. I lightly laugh for being silly and getting paranoid easily. As I approached my house I found that everyone has gone to sleep thinking that I was going to have a sleep over. I look around for the spare key that we hide in the plant pot. As I go to grab it, I find nothing but dirt. I assume that my mom brought it inside. I sigh in annoyance as I attempt to call my parents. When it goes straight  to voicemail, I call my brother, hoping that he was

I followed through the front door locking the car as I was followed unknowingly by a shadow. My father and mother were home from the doctor. I stared at my father’s still yellow tinged skin. I curiously asked, “What did the doctor say?” My dad looked at me, and said, “We want to wait to tell all of you boys at the table. Call your brothers, and tell them we are meeting at the table.” I did as I was told. My thoughts turned fearful, as the song that played in my head turned dark. The shadow was at my shoulder, a malignant presence

I have not slept with candles on for a very long time. I got fed up sleeping with the television on at night to block out noises that were making feel uneasy and my mom would get mad at me when I have the hallway light on. I was young then. I was 6 when I couldn't sleep in the dark. I felt like someone was watching me sleep, not just that, I felt like there was a monster in the dark waiting to eat me while I was asleep. I found that having a candle on was soothing to me while I was asleep. It was like a angel watching over me while I was sleeping on a cloud. Every night my mom would put a candle on for me put in a protected candle holder so the house wouldn’t burn down. It's like leaving the stove on.

At that moment I knew that I could not just sit around and feel bad for myself. The Doctor told me that I would be up walking again in a year. It could have been worse, I could have lost a limb. Every day I thank God for giving me extra time with my

It was a hot sunny day. The sun blazed like crazy. That was the day a special girl was born.

You would think the day I got the news would be the worst day of my life so far. Or the first time I got news like that period. But when something overwhelming like that happens to you, so many emotions fill you all at once. Dread, disbelief, fear, hope… everything. And with all those emotions rushing through you, it becomes hard to understand what you’re actually feeling- the main emotion you’re experiencing. And so you don’t really have time to think on what’s happening because you’re so confused. It’s almost as if you’re brain just can’t process feeling more than one thing at a time. So you just sit there almost… numb and… alone.

I wish I could say I would never forget but truthfully some of it I have or actually maybe I have not forgotten but more like tucked it away in my unconscious mind and only think about it when triggered. I am talking experiencing the worst day of my life! It happened Aug 19, 2005 which I actually had to ask my mom the exact date because I have totally blocked it out. I am speaking of a horrific accident that my oldest son Kestan now 14, when he was 8 yrs old put his hand in a electric meat grinder and lost more than half of his hand! I suffer from PTSD or Post Traumatic Stress Disorder is defined as a disorder that follows a distressing event outside the range of normal human experience and