My story may seem simple and beautiful to those on the outside but for the ones on the inside they know how complex and different it has been and still continues to be. I always wonder what makes a person, meaning what makes them their true and most authentic self’s. When people ask me what “my story” is, I never really know where to start; at the beginning? Skip a couple years? Or just fast-forward till now? At times people have said my story/upbringing is not normal. Which baffles me because I did not know the word “normal” was still used in today’s day and age. I never took no offense to that though, I always brushed it off because different is the new normal. March 5th 1999 was single handily the best day of my life, though I was young
Have you ever felt so nervous in your life that your mind ached with anxiety. It was the final race in my seventh grade track season, but little did I know my anxiety became the least of my worries.
HAROLD, is a flight instructor. He is in his mid fifties, and is too lackadaisical to be giving lessons. His hair is a frazzled mess. He looks as though he just rolled out of bed. He leans back in his seat wearing sunglasses, having not a care in the world.
I entered the gym door with 16 people, walking to the lockers on a hot summer day. One by one we all changed into our uniform. When we finished the coach called us all out and made us get a volleyball. Things got really interesting and fun. From there we practiced serving the ball over the net. Next, he made us get in a circle to serve the ball to each other. Tomorrow same time 2:30, we will start again. The objective for today was to play against the team. He split the girls and me into two teams. I got on the black line, feeling anxious but dauntless. I saw the net and the line across the other room and I gazed at it. At practice, I couldn’t hit the ball back when the other team served. I constantly tried and tried, but I failed. I experienced that volleyball’s not my thing, but I had to keep trying.
Allen had fallen from the ceiling after another short hour or so, it turned out that the small lime green, beeping and glowing contraption was an energy shield. Something Mike had commended him on retrieving, telling him how crucial that will be for him in battle. Phoenix smiled as the days events played out over in his head, they were getting stronger now, they’d escaped a head Elark facility without a single fatality. The three grown ups were in the kitchen talking, Phoenix expected they were discussing their next moves. Daniel was sitting at Carter’s desk by the window with his head propped up on his hand, absentmindedly tapping a pen on the hard wood and looking lost in thought. Carter was in the shower where he’d been for the past 30
The day we found out that my grandma was battling cancer for the second time, my parents didn't want me to visit him in the condition that he was in. but finally I told them that I just need to see my grandpa and they were right, I didn't want to see him like that, they had him strapped to a hospital bed, and wouldn't let him up. You could tell my grandpa didn't want to be in there he couldn't even speak but by the way he was grabbing us in the sense of “let me leave”. I just knew this was bad. S few weeks later they sent him to a hospital home, and we went to go visit him he was doing GREAT he was walking talking eyes open and watching the Sunday night football like he usually did, cowboys were his favorite team. I was so happy for him and me that I wasn't going to lose him and I knew in my heart that he was getting better.
In high school how I approached essays is different from how I write essays now that I’m in college. I was a lot more carefree about essays when I was in high school, and I never gave them much thought. I give a lot more thought about essays that I write now that I am in college. Since I changed how I write essays, I am able to write better-developed essays, in my opinion. How I write essays changed, from when I was in high school from now that I’m in college, in more ways than one.
My superhero helps people who gets bullied. It all started at Timber Creek Academy when there was this girl named Maddie.One day at Timber Creek Academy she was walking in the hallway looking at her book,and then this girl named Jennifer said “how would you like to be my friend”.Then Maddie said “are you sure” and then of course Jennifer said”why not you seem so interesting”.She went along with it,but then Jennifer texted Maddie and said “do you want to come to my house and hang out” then Maddie replayed “let me ask…..” .She said “yes, where do you live” then replayed “5698 Poetry Lane” then she said “ok see you soon”.
It was a bright sunny morning, I thought that it was little too sunny just because well now I can't go back to sleep. When I do go back to sleep I wake up again after I hear my parents fighting like usual. Eventually I do wake up and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I grabbed a banana and walked to my school even though it's almost a whole kilometre away but i did not seem to mind because I always loved school even though i am not that smart but I still got accepted into AK School i had to take a 4 page test and I passed first I was in shock because my aunt made me take the test i did not want to take the test for a couple of reason the biggest reason was that none of my friends were going to AK School. They were all going to Jackie Rack
I gently closed my father’s car door and walked alone as best I could to the cool stone etched with the two words that mean so much to me, Elizabeth Jane, my mother’s name. I know my father is watching me. He couldn’t bring himself to the place where his wife’s dead body lies and I respect that, but I could, I needed to or else I wouldn’t be able to keep myself from believing that she isn’t gone. My father agreed to bring me here, but I know him, therefore I know to watch my actions until I can fully convince him that visiting my mother is healthy in my personal journey of grieving. My father is worried for me, that much is obvious. I knelt beside her grave and my thin legs brushed the vibrant green grass. It is spring. Spring bursts with life,
Here is my final story before we end the show right here tonight. And please, DO NOT, I repeat, DO NOT, try this at home or on a freeway. Ok, here we go. So I get into my black Mercedes after I visited some restaurants the in Los Angeles area with some cute and funny girls that wore red dresses, black high tops, and their hair in buns. We were playing Super Mario 64 for the Nintendo 64 in the restaurant bar. You know, the old Nintendo 64 that was made back in the 90’s. I wanted one for Christmas in the 90’s but mom didn’t get it for me because she said I was too old for that gaming system. I may be older but I am still young at heart. Anyways, I was driving on the empty freeway I noticed that there were bright, yellow lights, lots of trash
slept through the burglary. I considered lying about this to the cops when I went to report it, but you don’t lie to the police. It’s like doctors: they can’t help you if you lie to them. I mean, I don’t always tell my doctor the whole truth, but that’s because my doctor happens to be an old friend—some things are just too embarrassing to tell your friends.
My sister Julia, at the age of twelve, went to school on a Tuesday. Though on this particular day, she chose to wear her brand new short overalls she had gotten as a birthday present. The shorts, which she wore with pride, were denim and accented with lace. When she wore them, her face exuded confidence.
At the age of about six years old, I came face to face with my guardian angel. Ordinarily, most people have fairly rote childhoods, but I cannot attest to the same. The equation of my life had many variables, with a unique solution. During a portion of my life, not only did my family and I reside in the economically challenged portion of Joshua Tree, but also, my mother had seven children in her household, all under the age of twelve. My mother, loving four kids of her own, had felt obliged to take in her brother’s kids due to their unstable home life. Bionically, she managed to keep all of us rugrats alive while working full time as a daycare provider and completing her college education in order to become a credentialed
This explains the beginning of my life all the way to the end of my life. My life from the beginning was very fun as I grew up living with my mom’s friend and my friend. But there were a lot of fights and I was very hyper back then. I have ADHD so back then when I was little; I was very hyper and wouldn't stop moving around the place. I always was annoying back then and never seemed to get my homework done at school.
One day I had the biggest opportunity and even though everything came out alright at the end, it was crazy just to have that opportunity blown in the last couple of days.