That fatal day two weeks ago I ended up at Gale’s doorstep in tears and mortified at what my mother had pulled. Lucky for me, I still had Carmelo’s phone number in my purse. I admit, I was kind of skeptical when I called him, but I had no problem telling him that Mario stole my money and that my mother tried to sell my virginity. Even though you (the people reading this) know that’s far from the truth. That night my father came swooping in to save me. He took me by my grandmother’s that night so I could get my clothes and for me to say goodbye. I hated saying goodbye to my grandmother being she was my heart. I held on to her as if it was the last time I would ever see her. It wasn’t like I was moving to another state. I cried like an infant …show more content…
“Yea, way up there.” he pointed. I tried looking up, but my neck wouldn’t stretch that far. That night was the beginning of something I deemed beautiful. I had my own room to decorate and my own bathroom. There was some chick there named Ebony that squealed and pinched my cheeks talking about how she always wanted a daughter. At first she got on my nerve fawning all over me, but I soon got used to …show more content…
Now that I look back on it, I had no idea what shop till drop meant until that very day. I had so many bags it was crazy. Every chance Ebony got she was teaching me how to cook and the proper way to clean house. She was nerve wracking at times. Every chance I got I called grandma and Aunt Magic. Oh yeah, the envelope that Aunt Magic gave me that night contained five hundred dollars and a graduation card. I’m slowly learning to save money, shit, Carmelo done already set me up a bank account so most of my allowance goes there. I never heard from Gale again, rumor has it, she’s going around telling everybody since I moved I’ve been acting like I’m better that everybody else. Shit, I’m still the same Laces regardless of where I move to. Oh, before I forget to mention, my daddy as he wants to be called now, enrolled me into private school. I kicked hollered and complained until he let me pick the school of choice. Of course I wanted to go to Westinghouse but my dad was against it. Saying he didn’t trust me taking two L’s and a bus to school. I suggested that he take me instead and he of course he said “Look Laces, I done already told you no, so don’t ask again.” So instead I attended Wells Community Academy high
For most people, becoming a parent is one of the greatest moments in their lives. I never understood the true meaning of love until I became a father. Little did I know; I would also learn the tragedy of loss.
This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.
Death’s whisper traveled in my ear, wrapping around my mind, “I can take you away from this madness. Beyond this hell, that is life.” “Will it be more peaceful there?” I asked. “As serene as heaven above.” Possessive Depression responded. My heavy heart fluttered at the thought of serenity. No more painful days, or lonely, restless nights. No more of this living death. Anxiety murmured all my insecurities tempting me to make the decision, as every tick-tock from the clock he held, echoed in my brain, putting fear in me of things that will never happen. I thought about the invitation to eternal sleep, “I would finally be able to extract this smiling mask…” Thus, I decided to join the dance of death, done dealing with my dilemmas.
Are you scared of roller coasters? I used to be scared but I end up overcoming my challenge. Only a few years ago I would not ride a roller coaster if my life depend on it. They horrified me. I hated the feeling of weightlessness. The zero gravitational force sent a tingling sensation into every extremity of my body which me excruciatingly uncomfortable. I despised ascending to such towering heights. I worried that the coaster would break, and I would be stuck on a wobbly track, hundreds of feet in the air, waiting for hours to be rescued. Going upside down scared me the most. I feared that I would fall out at the top and plummet to terrain below.
I am an undocumented student at UC Davis. When I am asked a simple question such as, "describe your personal experiences", I ask myself: Where do I begin?
How would I feel I someone I loved died? It is not a question that most people ask themselves frequently, but it is one that often comes up when they read or hear about a notable person that has passed or was killed, or even just a news story about a woman who lost her son. I had the unfortunate experience of discovering what that felt like firsthand.
Personal Narrative: The World The world is a messed up place and we are all stuck here until our lives are through, or until we choose to leave. It's strange that I go along with everything everyone tells me, such as that I should wear certain clothes or listen to certain songs. I often wonder why I do the things I do, but then I just realize that's who I am. People are confused about why they are here, and they don't understand what life is supposed to be about.
“You got him! Nice shot man! You did amazing on it,” my brother congratulated me.
Ben was a boy who quickly grew into a man because of the situation life gave him. He made many mistakes, but he always acknowledged, made up, grew, and learned from them. He valued honesty, integrity, knowledge, understanding of others, and most importantly, doing good for others not because you he had to, but because you wanted to. He strongly believed in passing those values on to others through actions more than words. His most endearing qualities were his lust for truth and knowledge and to educate others about it, the need to always be a good person, and to help others out at the sacrifice of his time even though he never saw it as a sacrifice. He always wanted to make the world a better place, but those ambitions also made
Drifting like clouds, smoke continuously poured out of my cigar. Tapping my feet and biting my lips I observed all the clues of the murder, I clenched my fists and flipped through the numerous pages of information. Abruptly, I heard a knock at the door and calmly told the person to come in. Expectedly, Al, my co-worker lent me updated information about the murder of my partner, I signaled him my thanks and told him that he may leave. Creaking, the door shuts lightly and I focused back onto my work, eventually I had the urge for revenge and set out to assassinate the man myself.
“...for what your mom is gonna come home and tell you guys” I was so relieved that it wasn’t my mom but then I thought “who is it then?” and she never mentioned, she said she wasn’t aloud to. I began to think is it my Papa, Carl, my step-dad, or who, but the ONE person I didn’t think it would be was my aunt, Savannah. I would tell you that story but it is quite long besides that’s not what I am talking about today, well not
We will go to the beach afterwards.” Slowly and without a word I went back to my room, grabbed my shower items and headed towards the bathroom. This trip wasn’t going to be all that great if I have to wait to go to the beach every day, I thought to myself. Breakfast went by slowly, both of my new my cousins were way younger than meaning I wouldn’t have anyone my age to hang out with while we were here. My new aunt was rude to her mother the whole time and it was obvious my grandma thought coming was a mistake, I had never seen someone treat their own mother like that. After breakfast, my mom sped to the townhouse, we got ready for the beach in a hurry. Mom parked the SUV in a tight spot in a lot near the beach and I hopped out ran to get my bag yelling, “Hurry up you guys.” “The water will be there in five minutes, Jolynn calm down.” My grandma said spreading sunscreen on her arms. My dad grabbed my hand and said lets go find a spot to sit, we walked towards a large empty spot of beach and laid down the blanket and all of the bags as my mom walked up, sat down and opened one of her crime novels. I ran towards the water sand flew up behind me stopping just short of where the hot dry
It was dark that night, I was nervous that this dreadful day was going to get worse. Sunday, October 23, 1998 I wanted to start writing this to tell about the weird things i’m starting to see in this new neighborhood. Gradually I keep seeing pots and pans on the sink suddenly move to the floor. I would ask my sister but she is out with my mom and dad getting the Halloween costumes. When they got home I didn’t tell them what I saw because i've seen Halloween movies and I have to have dissimulation otherwise the ghost will come out and get me first. October 24, 1998 I think I got a little nervous yesterday with the whole ghost thing. 12:32pm, Went to eat lunch with the family today and I go to get my coat. I heard the words furious and madness,
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
It was just another day of my life. The fourth ring of my alarm woke me up. As usual, I was not feeling to go in school. I slept a couple of more minutes.After while, the shine of the sun coming from the window woke me up.I slowly stretched my arms and slid out of bed. I brushed my teeth and took the shower. Downstair,my mother was calling me for breakfast.I was still undecided what should wear for school. After browsing for while I found something to wear,and finished getting myself ready for school. When I checked the clock, I was running late as usual, which was not a surprised. I quickly ate my half sandwich and left the rest of the sandwich on the table.I took my car key, jump in my black Lexus and made my way to school.During my way to school, I got a call from my friend John. John is my best friend since when we were in middle school. He told me that his car was broke down and he needed to ride to school. Fortunately, my friend house on my school way. I told my friend. I am on my way to pick you up from your house. As I got there, john come out from his house and jumped in my car. With sound of Drake singing and music blasting, it was a