Pullin' Me Back

have it. I asked my mom to buy me a new sleeping bag. I had my favorite stuffed animal named, Baboo with packed with me. In the morning, I decided I didn't need it on the trip so I left it with mom with a note that said, Mom I won't need Baboo, but if you miss

waking Calum because I really didn 't want to deal with a grumpy kiwi, but I wasn 't sure what could possibly wake him when he could sleep through his own pig-like sounds. Slipping on my shoes I walked into the hallway, quietly closing the door behind me. I let out a breath I didn 't know I had been holding and turned, looking down the long corridor. I began to wander down it, memorizing the names written on the white boards hanging on their doors. I smiled at a particular one, stopping in my tracks

dad beats me with no provocation. My other family, or friends I guess, are pretty nice. They’re greasers, and I am too. I’m not as tough or mean looking as the other greasers, but I get along okay. It’s strange, rather than picking on me, the gang (my substitute family) protects me. I guess I’m like the pet/kid brother of the group, or maybe they just don’t want me to make a fuss, but I get pretty annoying to them sometimes. There’s another kid, he’s a little younger than me, and we get

forehead, crumbling on impact. I turned back to face the road, gazing down the broken road. On an impulse, I walk. I continue walking, past houses and stores, building after building, until I arrived in front of a hospital. I paused a moment before resuming walking. Doctors and patients rushed past me, but they were vivid, full of color. If I looked closer, I could see pulsing hearts glowing inside their chests. I wandered on throughout the hospital, no one noticing me, their hearts continued to glow,

seagulls calling to each other from high above it all just seems so beautiful, but I’m also guessing it made my step brother think that it was funny to squirt sunscreen all over me while I peacefully minding my own business on my towel, but not only did he squirt sunscreen on me, he also tips a bucket of freezing cold salty on me after,”god dammit Geoff,” I say to his big smirking face,” dads waiting for you,” he chuckled,”were going for a swim,” he says now laughing,” tell him I’ll be there in a second

hold of me. I was so excited to finally get to go to six flags. As we pulled up to get into the parking lot, they wind rushed through my hair, I stuck my head out the window to get a better view of six flags. The rides going back in forth and the people eagerly waiting in line to get in. we pulled up to a parking. The car came to a stopped, everyone jolted forward and then back in their seats. I opened the door stepping out and letting the rest of the people come out. The door slammed behind me and

you that’s it's meant to be. Was it meant to be? I'm there ,in the living room of his house. Three couches are in the room. Me and him are sitting together on a grey looking couch while his dads sit opposite from us. Everything's a blur including the words. Cammorns face looks happy but his dads not so much. I then suddenly feel a tense and overwhelming feeling overtake me. My head starts to hurt and my heart starts to beat faster. I start to feel nauseous and dizzy as i get up from the couch i was

bags where and gloves to be able to pick it up so it wouldn’t get on me, almost everything i picked up was something that she used the night before just to feel her little high so from then i decided to put the pill,needles,lighter and everything in a bag and take it to school, i knew it was brandi’s and i knew she needed help. I made sure i was quicker than lighting to get everything put in my bookbag so not only she wouldn’t hear me and wake up and so i didn’t have to deal with her. I remember every

An American writer, Bernie Siegel, once said, “An awareness of one’s mortality can lead you to wake up and live an authentic, meaningful life.” The loud pop song startled me as my car started. It wasn’t coming from the radio though, it was my cell phone. My mom was calling for the third time today. I was tempted to hit ignore, but I knew the harassment would just continue if I did. “Hi Mom,” I said cheerfully as I backed out of my parking space. “Wow hi stranger!” Since I left my mom in Florida

spinning on its axis too fast for me to feel my the floor below me and I still don’t know how I kept my balance, especially to the point of dancing the night away with the girls, as Mr. Wonderful watched. Something was missing; since moving back to Southern California every attempt made to court me had made me literally sick to my stomach. There was a strong sensation in my