I took my bestfriend for a walk. He kept chewing on my clothes. He loves to chew. I was not angry at all. And find the action hilarious. When he was hungry he would constantly make a bahhh sound. He had small horns. And yes my best friend was a goat. my grandfather every year would bring a goat for a feast. This goat was not any old goat. He was very young. proximately 6 months. My grandpa made a promise for me that he would replace him for another goat. So my bestfriend would live. My grandmother took me, my sis, and cousins to her bedroom to watch cartoons. I was watching Fairy odd parents in spanish. sudenly I heard a metal on concrete. And heard my goat crying in agony. I ran my grandma try to stop me. Im faster than her. I went to the …show more content…
And try to forget what I saw in the fridge. Every night I cant go to sleep. I was thinknig of my best friend head skinned. So you will his eyes, musccle tissue and teeth. when going to sleep I would dream my grsndfather skinning me alive. It felt like hell. Finally the day Im leaving to go back home in NY. I missed my parents. And in few days I will be going to the 6th grade. I try to act tough since I was a freshman. And obviously I heard the rumors. Freshman friday is when the older kids will haze a freshman. on friday nothing happen as usual. It was just a myth that all my 5th grade classmate were talking about. I was growing up a bit. My friends saw me and saw my deep tan. Since as a child in ny i was pale. i told the fellas in the resort you would see european women with no bras on the beach. Most boys in my age would become a peeping tom. I never mentioned to my friends about my bestfriend being on a platter while my family was devoring him. They would just laugh at me. And would call me a fag. So i try to act cool. I try to grow up and forget what my grandfather have done. A month after the first day of school. I came home and I started doing my history hw. Done with he I turn on and watch …show more content…
My grandfather. I roleld my eyes and tooked a big breathe. I greeted him fast so I wouldnt have to deal with him so much. I went to do hw. 2 hours later done with hw. My tv in my bedroom is not working. I went to the lviing room. And chsnge the channel to nicktoons. My grandpa came out of the bathroom and says Im not done watching tv. He wanted to watch the news. I told him its my turn and im done with hw. My mother came home. My grandfather try to take the remote from me. He sayed that i should have more respect to my elders. My mother told me to hand him the remote. I threw it on the floow. This bowdled of anger against my grandfather was too build up. I spill the liquid out of the bottle and yelled at my grandfather. My granpa yelled back at me and told my mother to handle this. My mother told me to go to my room. I screammed at her and my grandfather. I sayed no this was my tv time. He watched tv allday. Im done with hw. And you know what I yelled at my grandfather I told him I hated him and I wish he died. I ran to my room since he yelled at my mom that he was oging to kill me. He furioulsly grab his belt and my sis and mother was in his way while I hid in my sisters
The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.
I was interupted by a man who cleared his throat. I turned around to see what was going on, he growled so I turned back around. I was now terrified. I noticed that my father had fallen to the back of the pack I was curious as to why he did such a thing. I was finding the trip very difficult as my legs hurt when I took a step. I heard the same man clear his throat I looked behind me and I saw his machete unsheathed and raised in the air, I knew this was not going to end well for me. The man slashed at me with his machete. The pot I was holding fell and broke. I was running to my father and while I was doing so I cried, “My father, they have killed me!” as approached him Okonkow, my father slashed at me with his machete.
One night I was kitchen washing the dishes when all of the sudden my mother walked in and asked me if I have talked to my dad. I had replied that I hadn't heard from him in about a year. The next thing I know the words "Your Grandpa passed away yesterday morning, nobody knows were your dad is and they can't keep his body in the morgue past tomorrow." came from her mouth. I just stood there in shock, I couldn’t do anything. She told me to get ready and that we could drive up to my dads house in Ona. When we got there the windows were broken and covered up with some type of sheet and there was a piece of paper on his door that read "Go away. Just leave me alone...please.". We wrote a note and put it on the door and went home. That night I laid in my bed screaming inside my head and crying my eyes out for over a hour. In the morning I had a huge panic attack. I kept hearing ringing and buzzing noises and I could hardly breathe. It took me about thirty minutes to work up the nerve to come out of my bedroom. I ended up going
It all started on an early Friday morning when my mom told me to run errand for her in a nearby market. The weather was calm and cloudy. There were no people walking in the streets, or even any other kinds of life. I wondered why the situation was different, but any way I headed to the market to fulfill my duty. To my surprise, when I arrived at the very center of the market, nobody was there. I asked myself if I came earlier than the others, and then I decided to wait for some minutes. I hanged around at least 30 minutes, but nobody came. My heart started to beat tremendously, and terror invaded my mind. When I was about to come back home, everything changed. Firstly, I have heard the sound of a bomb. It was extremely loud and I could not hear anything for a minute, then I fall down because of the severe pain in my ears. After couple minutes, I lost
At the end of my 8th grade one of my aunts from Chicago offered me a room in her apartment. I accepted and traveled back to Chicago. I started freshman year in Steinmetz college prep. My English was bad because I never used it back in Mexico and it had been more than six years. My freshman year they put me in ESL classes, but by the end of that year I had improved so much that they took me out of ESL and offered me a place in the IB program. I was starting to like it, but something horrible happened. My grandpa died, and my aunt went back to Mexico and decided to take care of my grandma. I was almost going to go back to Mexico, but luckily one of my aunts that lived in Arkansas, offered me a place in her house. So I left Chicago and all my new friends and school and went to the south. Being the new kid in school is the worst. You don't know anybody and you don't have friends. The school was called Springdale High-school. I made no friends and pretty much sat by myself at lunch the whole year I was there. At the end of that year my aunt told me that my cousin, that was sharing his room with me, told her that he didn't have “privacy” anymore and that I had to
Many people associate the word “team” with sports. I have played on sports teams for most of my life. This includes being the long snapper for the Vanderbilt University Football team and receiving a tryout for the National Football League’s (NFL) New England Patriots. The most meaningful teams for me, however, are the ones I am a member of off the field.
She doesn’t know this, but she changed my life. She was there for me when it seemed like no one else was. When most of my friends were dissolving around me and I just didn’t feel like I could do anything right, she was there, and she made everything seem okay. It didn’t matter that I was inevitably going to graduate with a GPA a tenth of a point lower than I wanted, or that my director told me that he was disappointed in me because I just didn’t seem focused lately, or that my other friends just weren’t talking to me anymore. It didn’t matter because she was there and she made me feel safe. She’s my best friend, and I love her and admire her for so many different reasons.
First time out of the wire and on patrol but not with first platoon, First Sergeant moved me to second platoon just the day before. The night insertion that we conducted that night went without a hitch. The soldiers that were in my truck took turns throughout the night behind the weapons system which was an M-240B. At zero eight in the morning of the next day patrols started around the bazaar by the dismounted troops. I was coupled with the PL* and conducted familiarization patrols so that I could get eyes on the sector from the map that was issued to me the night we left. Starting off at the far limits of the sector we went to position E (east) and was instructed on what the sectors were as was the activities that had been conducted the previous
On February 21, 2016, I, Deputy John Arnold, went to 11747 West 105th Street South to assist another deputy in reference to a fight in progress.
I ate breakfast and me and my grandmother walked to the school since it was only 8 minutes away. I went to my homeroom and the teacher introduced me to the class and while I walked to take a seat I could hear the kids snickering and laughing. I took a seat and 30 minutes into the class it didn’t feel like I was learning anything everytime the teacher would talk it seemed like the kids would talk two times louder she tried to make them quiet down and pay attention but nobody listened. Finally class finished and it was lunch time during lunch I made a new friend who name was Isaiah during that time I had never seen a person with dreads in real life so that really fascinated me. Isaiah started calling me white-washed because of the way I talked, I spoke really proper so I guess that’s why. Isaiah spoke really weird to me because he used a lot of slang and curse words , I was always taught to be polite when I spoke but I saw a lot of different kids who spoke similar to Isaiah. After school was finished I walked home by myself since I knew to route back home. While I was walking I felt like I was being followed by someone and when I turned around I saw a black sedan getting closer and closer to me. The windows were heavily tinted so it was hard to see who was in the car. The car pulled to the side of me and rolled the window down the guy looked at me and said “Where you from blood?” I knew when he said “blood” he was referring to something gang related. I replied “I don’t gang bang” and he said “ I ain’t ask you that n**ga” I then replied “I’m sorry” and he said “I better not see you wearing that s**t again blood or imma beat yo a*s”, and then the car drove off. I had been wearing a blue jacket that day and turns out they really do care about colors I had thought that was just some myth. I quickly went home and took of the jacket I was scared because I
Another few days go on and my dad comes into my room to talk to me, he was on the phone with someone and he said “Come talk to your grandpa” I quickly jumped out of my chair and quickly snatched the phone out of his hand. I and my grandfather talked for a few hours and he told me everything that happened to him.
It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.
I jumped out of the car with my two sisters and ran to the bathroom. When we left the bathroom, we walked back to the car. We saw that our dad was still putting gas in the car, so we went into the store to buy some sweets. I bought “warheads” that said extremely sour, and a bag of chips called “baked with fire” that looked like they would taste really hot. When we purchased our food, we walked back to the car. As soon as we started driving, I opened my bag of chips. I was so scared that they would be extremely hot. For that reason, I also bought a bottle of water. I opened it before I took a bite out of the chip. Luckily, they were not hot at all! I grabbed my sour candy and tasted it. My face changed so quickly; that I started to squint my eyes and point my lips. I could not take another bite of it because it was really sour! Eventually, I was not hungry anymore. Probably because I ate my whole bag of chips and a sandwich. When I finished eating, I was feeling exhausted, so I took a long nap. I woke up, and dad told me that we only needed to drive for one more hour. While we were driving through town, we saw a row of trees on fire! It was so smoky that we could barely see the street we were driving on. I felt scared for life and terrified that we might crash. After a few more minutes of driving, the smoke cleared up and we could see again. Finally, the hour passed and we arrived in California. Mrs.
During my freshman year of college, I had met one of my best friends, who go by name Jill. (She lives in New Jersey and while I live in Pennsylvania) I found it to be strange that sometimes, it feels like we have grown up with one another but in reality we have only one another for four years and I couldn’t be more thankful. I can remember when we met at school as if it was yesterday.
One beautiful day that summer, I was playing outside with my friends when my mom called for me to come home. I did not want to abandon my guard post at the neighbor's tree house so I decided to disregard her order. I figured that my parents would understand my delima and wouldn't mind if I stayed out for another two or three hours. Unfortunately, they had neglected to inform me that my grandparents had driven in from North Carolina, and we were supposed to go out for a nice dinner. When I finally returned, my father was furious. I had kept them from going to dinner, and he was simply not happy with me. "Go up to your room and don't even think about coming downstairs until I talk to you."