Rough Draft Short Story

I wasn't planning on coming back quite so soon, and who knows, I may not truly be back because I am, in fact, still pursuing other avenues of my life, avenues that take up a considerable amount of my time, especially during the holiday season, and then Paris...

Can you see the handsome young man sitting by my side, driving through the forest, behind the wheel of his decaying truck?

I hold the paper in my hands. It’s crumpling under my grip, but in it I get to live in the footsteps of others. My old dress is wrinkled and torn much like the paper, but I can’t spare the money on a new one. As much as I try to focus on the crinkled piece of paper with scrawly handwriting, I can’t. I just can’t. Tears run down my face and I wipe them away. It has been awhile since I have cried, so long in fact that I was afraid that there was something wrong with me. I push myself up from the old oak I sit at the base of. There’s no use in dwelling in what I can’t change. I fold the paper back in my dress pocket and walk into the field. I used to think there was beauty in the way that the grass grows in the street; standing low next to the

Wiping my tears from my wrinkled face, I put together all the pieces. It was like I just received a huge slap to the face, how did I not see this before? I clutch onto the diary, knowing it holds what my family went through behind closed doors. This ugly truth is the reality that I have been missing.

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

Growing up in the average twenty-first century American world is very difficult. There are many outside sources that shape people into who they want to be. Rafe, a young adult who lives in Colorado, faces problems with his sexuality and coming out to his family and piers. As he goes off to a all boys boarding school he encounters some of the hardest problems in his life. This leads to many bad habits and lack of self confidence which isn't good. Growing up in the average twenty-first century American world is very difficult.

During high school, I feel that I’ve grown a lot as a person. Even though I still have a significant amount of growth left to do in college, my family, religion, community, and the various experiences I’ve had in high school have allowed me to mature and become a more enlightened person.

It was the year we got to change classes every 45 minutes. This was a tough change for me and my classmates but I would say we handled it well. We learned about a ton of new things that I have never heard about. It really extended my knowledge of different things. This is the first year that we had to try out for sports and was a lot of fun when we brought the best in the school together to try and win a city county. We came close in Fifth grade basketball but fell short of our goal. In Science we learned about rocks and minerals and in Social studies about American History. In sixth grade was the first year I had Mrs. kelly and this where Mary Queen really takes off in a religious standpoint in the classroom. She taught us so many thing about our faith and how to build good character. We went to St. Patricks center and really learned about how people have it in our country. Not everybody had it as good as us. We learned about the bones in the human body and the dynasties in China. We learned a lot about English and Literature in Mrs. Ream’s class. Our home room was one of the best I've ever had and we had a good time. We won city County for baseball this year and was a great way to cap of my sixth grade year at

An emotional roller coaster, acing tests I didn't study for, then five finals in one day, and having some of the greatest times with my friends. That was my 8th grade year, it was fun and hard at the same time. It wasn't what I Imagined but it was my favorite year of middle school, “Stayin’ Alive” by Bee Gees, is the perfect resemblance of this year.

I met my best friend in 6th grade and she still is my best friend. I learned that junior high is scary, I always thought that high school would be scary, but it’s the total opposite. I learned that people can be fake and lie straight to other’s faces without even caring about feeling. My junior high years I was learning who I was and what made me happy, I was spiritually growing and physically growing. I had always been the shortest person in my grade.

All my underclassmen years from ninth through eleventh were memorable, but my tenth grade year definitely takes first place.Being at Elsik high school was a jungle , and i wasn't ready.After that huge unknown substance fight in ninth grade , i was excited to be heading to main campus where the mature kids were. At least that's what i thought. My theory was somewhat true.The upperClassmen weren't really role models to look up to, but they didn't influence me. In ninth grade i was shy but it was time to break out of that bad habit. I ended up making a lot of people and ended up met my bestfriend ,Meizel. I would go to every pep rally just to watch her perform .Meizel was a reviler. Her and I went to every school function together, everything

When I was student college freshman. I don’t know what expected out my freshman year, last memories and good friends. I know it is my first of the college bring about many experiences both should good positive and negative that would forever change as mine.

High school helped me become aware of the fact that I’m not the best, but I’m okay with that now. Being in advanced classes with advanced students made me feel like I didn’t belong in there. Freshman year was when I realized I had a problem and that problem was self-doubt. I wasn’t confident in my work. The significance behind this is I struggled with it for about two years and never mentioned it to anyone, but I’ve dealt with it and I’m a stronger person now.

At last senior year, the year that brings high school to a close and opens a new chapter of our lives. I have learned so many things over my short 18 years of life! I have met some amazing people and had life changing opportunities. I feel like high school is more than just education, I feel like it helps to shape you into the person you are destined to become.

The teachers taught me well, while my peers taught me more about life. I made my best friends in middle school and we are a family now. I cherished the time I spent in middle school. I was a top student who was doing well, had many friends, and was making a name for myself in sports and extracurricular activities. Then once again graduation rolled around and I had to leave all of the good things behind. But I was ready to embark on an education that was more geared towards my future.