I'm fourteen and my life hasn't really gone far, I don’t plan it on going far. I spend my free time on an iPhone flaunting in my mind on how much I would rather have a life as a horror story instead of the same old thing I live with everyday. "Hawaii," they say, "the most wonderful and beautiful place anybody could ever go to!" Well, that’s somewhat true, but living here is a different story. There’s not much a little island can offer you over the years. I'm not a really big fan of family time; my parents put their hate for each other before their love for my brother and I. That’s what brang Reggie and I close. Friends on the other hand weren’t that hard to get along with, they were hard to keep. Somehow, you find a few friends who just stick. I have three; Grace, Kade, and Cara. Every other weekend we all hang out, it’s a requirement. Personally, I love this idea; it usually involved breaking a few rules and occasionally really good food. This weekend I planned it to be in an abandon house, when I shared the idea a few days back they all had different complications. "Its just down Pine road, its a block away from the rest of the houses. C'mon we won't get caught, I have everything we all need, invite people!" I shared. "I don’t know Brianna, my uncle says its haunted. I wouldn’t mess with it," Cara said. "Oh shut up Cara stop being so scared and have a little fun, we haven't done anything risky in awhile," he turned his head toward me, "ill bring Jake and Tristan over." "Ewe, Jake. You know he has something weird for me, right?" Cara was always complaining. "It’s not like you feel anything back, or do you?" We laughed. That shut her up. "What about you Grace?" Kade asked, she didn't answer. He snapped his fingers in b... ... middle of paper ... ...supply is lowering, and most of us are sick. Hope doesn’t exist; we are not going to make it. Day 9 I finally regained sanity and energy to walk and talk. We lost two more people, but I didn’t know them much. I saw Kade lying on the floor, he stared at the ceiling all day. Cara was sitting at the window ledge scratching her bleeding nails against the wall. I looked to my right and saw Grace was looking at me. She was sitting next to Reggie, they have been talking about water supply. I called Kade, he didn’t move. I pushed his shoulder rapidly; to him I wasn’t there. I dragged him over to Grace. I went over to Cara and moved her toward Grace also. We were insane, living in a horror story. We sat together, that’s it. Day 12 The scientist hasn’t contacted us, they never will. I am not going to live. I am the last person awake and sleep is calling my name.
As you can see I did grow up in paradise. Although, I think I have shown that Hawaii is more than just a travel destination. It is a whole other world in and of itself. The spirit of the islands and the people are something that can’t be experienced anywhere else; the same can be said for the array of assorted cultural cuisine brought from around the globe. Food is the glue that keeps everyone in harmony. I am proud to say that I came from a land I love so much and would fight to keep safe as long as I live. The person I am today has been shaped by the rich Hawaiian heritage found only on the islands; everyone should experience it at least once in their life.
Most people experience dramatic events that demonstrate to them just how fragile life is. Whether these events are acts of gruesome violence, or deaths of a loved ones, the frailty of life is evident. However, for me, this was a different story. As a southern white-boy, my realization came in the most unexpected of places – the Hawaiian Islands. When I learned of a snorkeling trip mid-vacation, I was overcome with anticipation and couldn’t wait to embark on my “Pacific Pilgrimage.” This vacation would prove to be a dramatic turning point in my life.
“Oooo… that sounds like fun! I'll have to make sure I’m not doing anything though. I’ll check tonight.” I exclaimed in a fake demeanor. Nick responded, “Okay,
“This is going to be so much fun!” said Thomas. “I can’t wait till tonight when all the ghouls come out.”
I desperately attempted to free myself from the relentless grasp of boredom. I looked out the window, but like the thousand times before, I saw nothing but farmland hugging the earth for miles. I was visiting my dad's home country, the Dominican Republic, for the first time in my life. The night before I couldn’t sleep. Every time I closed my eyes the thoughts of all the enjoyable activities I would be doing flooded my mind. I couldn’t wait to go out to sea on my Uncle's small fishing boat, swimming in the crystal clear waters surrounding Punta Cana, and kayaking to a small nearby island with my parents. But first, I would have to experience a 3 hour long drive to go to the quinceanera of a cousin that I had never even met.
Gage tries to sit up but falls back down. He turns toward the girl. “Are you okay?” he manages to ask as he struggles to remain conscious. He reaches toward
They fought with us for the boy we both liked in high school, and this caused to a cat-fight and friendship to end. Childhood friend, Mary, she had our backs and knew our most daring secrets but after she saw a better friend who gave tickets her to see her favorite band, she forgot all about us. The best friend that moved away to the United States with her whole family leaving our heart broken. In addition, Felicia, the hyperactive girl that was in kindergarten with us, who used to share all her food went to a different middle school and the friendship drifted
Growing up, I was given the freedom to choose who I wanted to be, to decide what I wanted to do. I grew up with many different opportunities and chances to try out new things. A simple life I led as a child, sheltered and loved by all, but I was oblivious to reality, lost in my own “perfect” world. Yet as I grew up and began to surpass the age of imaginary worlds, the idea of “perfection” had begun to fade and reality began to settle in. Like a splash of cold water, I went from a childish mindset to an adult’s. Child hood play was a thing of the past and responsibility became the norm.
Beth grabbed my shoulder “look Alexis you should take a risk sometimes you always wanted to go to a foreign country, and look we can all go so I doubt that they can take on four girls who practice martial arts in college.” A huge laugh broke through my concern
“Wait, should we lock the gate back so the zombies don't get out and attack other people?” asked Javier.
Being born on a small island had made me a child who was naturally isolated in America. I had been raised under circumstances that naturally made me desire space, the sounds of nature, and small groups of familiar faces. I had a kind of mannerism that differed from those around me and that made me feel utterly alone. My upbringing had numbed me to the unpredictability and chaos of the island, but the bustling of people and new technology had me completely overwhelmed. I felt like I was drowning. Without a chance to catch my breath, both my mother and brother began to work hectic
Cara: Oh hello. Yes well, I just received some rather bad news. It is about my father. I've lost most of him. He had a major stroke last night and has suffered severe brain damage resulting in amnesia.
I had just graduated high school, and in a week I would be going on an adventure. I was about to study abroad in Costa Rica. I had patiently waited my whole senior year for this trip. All I could think about was how fun it would be, all the new people I would meet and all the trips we would go on while there. Not once did the social dynamic enter my mind. In my mind studying abroad was this perfect paradise.
The friendship that requires the least amount of interaction is the Cross-generational friends. These friends are usually 10 or more years older than you, maybe a friend of your parents or an old teacher from your days in school; they slowly but surely worm their way into your heart. Cross-generational friends offer support and wisdom; they are there for you when you need advice and they listen carefully to what you have to say. Eventually, most cross-generational friends become like a 2nd parent or mentor to you. For example, my mother has a friend named Deirdre. I call her Ms. Dee, She picks on me a lot but I always know she’s got my best interest at heart. At times when I feel like I can’t ask my mother for advice because I’m afraid she’ll take it the wrong way and overreact, I trust Ms. Dee to listen and hopefully be able to help me out. In a way, she’s like a God-mother to me and sadly I speak to her more often than I speak to my own mother. Ms. Dee is always there for help and advice even when she’s supposed to be getting sleep so she can get up for work the next morning. She’s a great cross-generational friend.
"Funny. I thought Brandon would be the one with wedding jitters. But I guess if you have so many side projects it isn't as terrifying to commit to someone for life." Lyanna mutters as she texts someone on her cell phone.