It was late at night around 10:00pm, I had just got out of school. It’s dark and windy, and there is no soul in sight. I was scared out of my mind I usually get out of school at 7:00pm but tonight I stayed back for extra credit, and all of a sudden when I looked at my watch I noticed it was 10:00pm. I frantically walked to the bus stop which was a few blocks from my school in hopes that I could catch a bus ride home, but there was no bus. Then I decided I should walk to my boyfriend’s house and see if he could walk me to my house witch was a scarier neighborhood then his. But when I got there he wasn’t at home he was still downtown at his dad’s store. Now I’m all alone, and something in my gut told me that tonight wasn’t going to end well for me.
Since my boyfriend wasn’t available I walked back a few blocks to see if my friend’s brother was there. It seems that they have been out of town for a few days. I realized I had to do what I had to do, I had to face my fears and just pray nothing bad happens to me and that I would get home safe. I started walking and my phone rang once and it shut off because it ran out of battery. I assumed it was my grandmother whom I was
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I said ok just tell me what you need he said spread your hands and legs and started searching toke my phone and my small pocket change. He then said take your pant off and bend down. I started to beg and cry and said please I am begging you don’t do this to me. I gave you everything I have please don’t take my virginity he said shut up Bitch and do as I say. I kept praying and praying and then God sends me a miracle. One of my neighbors came out for a cigarette and as soon as they saw him they ran. I looked up and they were gone. I toke the opportunity to make a spilt run for my
It's a Friday afternoon, I plan to go to Great Wolf Lodge in an hour with my church. I see one of my friends so he says to his mom “ Hey, that's my friend” I said “Crap” So I go inside to sign in to go and see my friends just sitting in a corner on a big sofa. We are listening to music and just talking then a green bus comes.
It was near the end of my 8th grade school year, about 2 month away from graduation, when something I never expected to happen actually happened. This event really changed my life forever and shaped me into who I am as a person today. I had just arrived at my house after school when my parents received a call that my grandma was ill and that we should come down to check on her. As we rushed down to my grandparents house, my family was deeply concerned about what may have happened because my grandma had never really had many health issues before this. As we arrived at their house and walked through the door, we were greeted with the sight of my grandma sitting in a chair with a blanket around her while she was sleeping. My family’s first reaction
Roy was invited to a party because he was symphony pianist. Roy attended a ceremony and was returning from the bathroom. He stopped by the giant cannon and began to light a cigar. Suddenly he heard a pop. So loud, so strong. He heard everything as he collapsed, and instantly after the world went quiet. Time felt lost and Roy felt abandoned.
For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled
I think about it for a moment. "Thanks for the offer babe, but I'd rather fly this one solo" I reply to him.
Although my high school years are up, I am proud to say that my time there was well spent. Since my freshman year I have been an avid member of Trevor G. Browne high school and the community and tried my best to contribute and give back as much as possible. I am currently enrolled at ASU where I plan to further my education in psychology and medicine in order to go back to my community and help my people. During my high school years I commuted back and forth from the Tohono O’odham reservation to Phoenix Arizona. This was an utter culture shock but it made me realise where my small community at home, a small village called North Komelik in Sif Oidak District on the Tohono O’odham reservation, faults and it was my duty to be the change in order
If you were to ask me why I love running the hurdles you would probably expect to hear this long story about this life changing event that happened to me which made me love running, but that’s not the case. In high school I was on the shuttle hurdle team, I wasn’t the best nor the worst, but I was the most motivated. Everyday I went to practice and pushed myself to the point were my coach would make me stop. I wasn’t motivated to be the best nor to win every race. I was motivated by the thought of going to state or even winning state.
Spring rolled around and it was finally time for the first t-ball game of the season. The dandelions were sprouting and the bees were buzzing in the outfield. All twelve players showed up but only half of the team was there to play ball. It was hard to expect six-year olds to have much of an attention span anyway. The ball was hit and began to roll for the outfield. At this very moment the team of twelve became divided. This division separated the team players from the self-servers. Little did I know that my first time on the field would mark the beginning of something so big and influential in my life.
I was sitting in one of my friend’s basement, talking, laughing and messing around like we normally do. Because the July heat was almost unbearable, we are all going to the beach later. My friends and I do a lot together and we have been a group since about 5th grade. Also my family and I share everything with each other, and we really like each other unlike some families who hardly tolerate each other. I have lived a pretty good life so far. I get good grades during the school year. There is also a chance that I will play college basketball after my last two years of high school. My life is heading in a good direction, and the whole world seems on my side. Then I get the phone call and know that something is wrong and that my life was about
August 2014 was the coldest August I had ever experienced. The month was filled with blankets and heavy coats. Though usually Brazilian winters aren’t much different than American autumns, this one made everyone chilly. I was born and raised in the United States of America with my father, mother and younger brother. But my mother was born and raised in Curitiba, a city in Brazil. When my parents got married, they decided to live in the United States to raise their family. Despite that, I grew up with a part of Brazil in my heart. We visited Brazil many times throughout my childhood, but when I was at home, my mom brought Brazil to us through her cooking. My family loved sitting down to various Brazilian meals, many of which were rice, meat,
One sunny August afternoon 5 years ago I made a brash decision that I regret to this very day. A choice I look back to this very day and question: “Why in the world did I do this?”
was a tuesday and I had just gotten out of school. I was nervous and excited and my heart was beating 100 miles per hour. My sister was just born and I was anxious to see her. But I had to wait for my dad to pick me up from my mom’s house. I was taking the week off to spend time with her and to help my dad and his girlfriend with getting her situated at the house. After two hours he got to my house, The car ride was full of talk about the future and what she was gonna be like when she was older. When we arrived at the hospital we rushed down the hall to the room. When we walked in I saw my sister amaya. Her brown silver eyes lit my eyes and heart up. I knew at that moment that she would be my responsibility and I would take care of her with
When I open my eyes and look out my window all I can see is the fence. That ugly,
I ran in the house, my mom and dad was still in the kitchen, I peeked around the corner but I didn’t want to be around anyone. I stormed to my bedroom because nothing felt right. As I stormed in my bedroom I wiped the tears from my eyes. I took my clothes off, turned off my lights and balled up under my covers. I was laying in bed boohoo crying. I cried so much that my eyes were puffy and red, I couldn’t help myself I felt and wanted to be alone. I remember my cousin coming in my room asking me if I were okay but i didn’t reply. I was so hurt to the point that my body wouldn’t allow me to talk. She laid there with me but I was angry. I started hitting the walls because I needed answers. My eyes were all out of cries and it was 4 A.M. I finally went to sleep. I tossed and turned but my alarm went off. It was 5:30, I had 30 minutes to be to work. I stormed out of bed into the bathroom. I turned the lights on and did my morning routine. I got to work at 5:55 but I sat in my car until it was 6:00. Five minutes went by and I questioned god again. I knew it was a better way. I didn’t want to accept it but my cousin is really gone. I walked into work silently but that didn’t last long. I kept going back and forth to the bathroom, I even cried at work. This was too much i couldn’t handle it. I felt the walls closing down on me. The pain was so real, and I was so hurt that I couldn’t think anymore.That night/morning I
I was tired of my father getting on my butt as soon as our eyes met, my mother in my face whenever I came home and my older brother constantly pushing me around at every turn. I was home now and prepared to tell all of them that I had finally said hello and she blew me off and that was that. I was ready to chuck my book bag through a wall as soon as the door closed behind me, but it and the wall never did a thing to me. I had to admit what had upset me more than chubby blowing me off was the fact that I had listened to my older brother and spoke with her in front of everyone? Mr. Wisdom said the pressure of her to speak to me would be greater with people around than if I said a word to her where no one could see the two of us.