a apartment and had a bedroom in the basement. And so, my room was in the basement. One day, I had pulled 50lbs weight at work and so after I got home, I had issue breathing in my basement. In fact, I couldn't breath or yawn properly. It was weird, but it was getting better and so i went to bed. But I couldn't sleep due to breathing and I kept turning and tossing around. And so I started thinking about if I was rolling my back and crossing my arms the way vampire sleeps in the coffin. I started looking
in the air constantly flowing under my nose. Today is a super important day and i’m overwhelmed with excitement. I slipped on my best dress shirt and my dark pants. Walking out to see the vast of food laid out on the table. Mom must have spent at the least of an hour in the kitchen, and looking at the great amount of food it must have been half our pantry. As I sat on the fold out hair in front of the old plastic table mom gave me a kiss on my head and gave me my milk. She sat next to me and told me
side to toe side and back again on my snowboard I fume silently. How could my parents trust me so little? I am thirteen years old and I know how to snowboard by myself. Why do they always tell me what to do? I continue to fume as I think about the fight I had with my parents. How could they possibly think that I would stay in on a beautiful day like this and miss the foot of powder that freefell from the air onto the mountain last night? It all started when my little sister caught the flu late last
as if you were as helpless as a fish out of water. If I could do anything to change myself I would not change a thing, but I was not always like that I used to be insecure, careless and selfish. In 2016, I was 15 years old and alone, separated from my family mentally, I had lost myself trying to be happy with someone who was not actually me that I was pretending to be. When you pretend to be someone else you do not realize how far away you get from your true self. I could never be happy, I could
was obvious that my heart was beating a million miles a minute. Nothing’s making sense anymore. How long will we survive in this blackout? Would I survive for long? "Jade, Jade are you okay?" Tonya and Peter asked. "To be honest, I don't even know anymore.The doctor stopped my anxiety meds, and it helped... a lot." I said frantically. "Jade, just calm down, everything will be --," Tonya calmy said. "Okay." Tonya calmly said after I freaked out. "OH MY GOD! What if I don't
The typical love story would start with the sun blaring down; rays of sunlight finding their way through the green leaves with heat prickling his skins like hot needles. It was to be expected, it was summer after all. The wooden bench was warm under his touch, and he was thankful that it wasn’t made from iron or else, he couldn’t sit there and wait. It was already near the end of August yet the summer heat seemed to be lingering longer than usual. Sweats started dripping down his back and the thin
she was showered with hellos and waves. When she got in homeroom there was this pretty girl with brunette hair and hazel eyes sitting in her seat. Riley didn’t want to be mean so she sat in the seat right next to her. “Hello my name is Riley. What’s your name?” asked Riley “My name is isabella but you can call me Bella” responded bella Then she just turned
My life has always been sort of mediocre. I had only ever been expected to sit away and rust, but little did I know just how quickly it could change. To tell the story entirely I will have to go back to the beginning when Jesse Washington first confessed to this horrific crime, a tale that can make even an old chain like me wonder who was truly safe in Waco, Texas. May 8, 1916, seemed like just any other day, for all except Lucy Fryer (Goodwin). She was found around sundown lying in her doorway
exploration. Through my personal experiences, all of our marginal places and activities change as we age throughout our lives due to societal expectations, but they remain significant because they inspire creativity and allow us to be ourselves. When we feel overwhelmed with responsibilities, we use our creativity to find solace in marginal spaces and moments. When I was a child, I was able to find comfort at the beach in times of sadness and distress. Sitting on the shore with my eyes closed, I would
A Dream When i was born, my first thought was that if humanity was to take care of me, I should be obligated to take care of humanity. I’ve always wanted to take care of everyone around me but sadly as time went by I realized that that would not be possible. I grew up with stories of my country, and how its’ own people would kill each other every day jus for the fun of it. I never understood why people found the death of others so amusing but what I did understand was that I wanted to make a difference