I open my eyes on a sandy beach, wet, damp and hurt. I slowly push myself off the ground and look around myself. The sun is hot and I am parched. The only thing I have with me is my backpack, which only has gum, crackers, books and my handheld video game. I look next to my brother on the sand, probably in the same boat as me. My name is Joseph Oscar and I am stranded. It all started on a cruise over the summer to the Caribbean. My parents had sent me and my brother on a boat by ourselves as a vacation, hoping it would bring us together, we never get along and fight every day. But instead the ship sunk, almost everybody had gotten on safely onto a lifeboat, but not us. We had to swim to a nearby island. We haven’t seen any signs of former life yet. I stand up and pull off some seaweed stuck to my body. I …show more content…
“What are we going to eat?” Kyle merely shrugged like this was barely a problem at all. “There’s some coconuts over there, but I doubt we’ll be able to open them.” He won’t be any help to me, I thought. I stand up and walk in the direction of the trees. “Where’re you going?” Kyle asked. “To do something productive.” I answered. “Unlike you.” He seemed to be hurt by this, but he deserved it. He’s always been mean to me. I reach the trees. I look up and see a couple coconuts hanging from the trees. Won’t be able to reach those. Better find some that already fell, I thought. I walk around until I find one on the ground. I pick it up. It’s heavier than I thought. I bang my knuckles against it. Hard as a rock, I thought. I set it down on the ground, and continue walking. “Kyle! Come quick!” I exclaimed. I look back and see him getting up. I haven’t traveled too far. He then reaches me and sees what I’ve noticed. It’s a tree stump. That means the we’re not too far away from society. “So?” he says, confused. “So?!” I yelled, “That means someone’s been here before, you idiot.” We weren’t too far away from our
In the result of her brother and father near death from a car wreck, my mother had to stay strong for all the siblings and family. The grief across the family was already bad enough and it wouldn’t have gotten better if it wasn’t for my mom getting mentally strong for everybody and keeping hope. It ended up her dad being fine but as for her brother it would've been a miracle if he lived due to the accident. After his rehabilitation and him getting better the family felt great but no one thought it could’ve gotten worse. Since the car was smashed her brothers head and left him with brain problems, Charles (her brother) forgot who the family was. The doctor and the whole family went through a long process of teaching Charles who they were. Eventually he remembered everything except for everything that had happened 2 years before the car crash. This was an experience that the family was not ready for at all and luckily my mom stayed strong for
If you were to see my brother and I bickering at each other across the dinner table, you would have thought we hated each other. But this constant sibling rivalry actually caused me to become closer to him. It seemed that all this fighting became routine for us and we kind of started enjoying it. When he left for college I started to feel lonely in the house. There was nothing to do without him around, no fights and no arguments. My days started to feel empty.
SWISH! I turn my head to the right with a grin and see my mom cheering as I scored my first points of the season. The last game of the season I scored my first points of my middle school basketball “career.” Now sit back and relax as you read the story of how I got my first points in middle school basketball.
Growing up as an only child I made out pretty well. You almost can’t help but be spoiled by your parents in some way. And I must admit that I enjoyed it; my own room, T.V., computer, stereo, all the material possessions that I had. But there was one event in my life that would change the way that I looked at these things and realized that you can’t take these things for granted and that’s not what life is about.
On the Monday October 27th, 2014, for the first time in 4 years I did not wake up at 5:30 in the morning, I was not putting on a green skivvy shirt and shorts. There was no formation, no one that was higher command I had to report to, telling me where I had to go, what time I had to eat breakfast, what was I doing this day or what our platoon plans were for the day. There were no PT (physical training) I had to do this morning. Instead, I woke up grab a regular t-shirt, khaki shorts, and my two sea bags full of clothing and gear that I collected during my time in the Marine Corps. I threw everything in my vehicle and drove from Camp Pendleton, California to Quincy, Illinois. Within two weeks I was accepted to Southern Illinois University Carbondale. For three days, I stayed at the
The following years were burdensome as we all tried to adjust to our current lives. We would have visits with our birth parents every now and then. Due to the addictions of my birth parents, they were never incredibly dependable. They would often cancel our visits, or not show up at all. Eventually the visits stopped
Every student dreams of going to college, but once you are enrolled it’s a challenge to achieve the goal of getting the degree. Weather it has been a friend, family member, or even a neighbor they have their ways of handling the conundrum. My friend Kevin, recently graduated this past year, started of in Middlesex for two years, and then he transferred to Rutgers to finish his career. He graduated from Rutgers and now is an accounting major. Kevin is amiable, hardworking, and deft. During his time at Middlesex and Rutgers, he had a job at Apple, went to the gym, participated in many fundraisers, and volunteer at hospitals. All these task that he did engendered an issue. The issue it created was that he had no time to do anything. He would
Personal Narrative There lay her limp body staring up at us. Her cold eyes were no longer
As I often did while walking alone at night, I got sucked into some sort of reverie, losing myself in the balmy summer air that had chilled considerably after the sun went down. I had lost myself, as many have lost so many things in the twilight hours, but being found again was the last thing I wanted. An escape is what I so desperately longed for and looked for that night, and I think I found it.
Leaving the bodies for last we walked down the drive to take a look. Several rifles and shotguns were leaned carefully again the big oak. Two handguns and some knives were on the grass in front of them. Four people dangled from a branch of the tree close enough to each other to bump like a weird wind chime. A young couple and the other twice their age at a guess from the gray hair and styles of dress. They were probably parents and a married son or daughter with their spouse. Other than being hung there were no injuries apparent on any of the four. From the condition of the bodies they had been dead about a day.
Everyone loves a thrill. We watch movies that make us rethink what is in the dark with us, jump off of bridges and cliffs with our only savior being a bungee cord that may or may not be 10 years old, and we create gravity defying, speeding cars without motors and brakes. The crazy thing is, we do it all for fun. I, however, didn’t have a fun time when I went on a roller coaster that went upside down for the first time.
It was me and my friend in my car. We had drove over to St Louis, Missouri during the summer. We were 9 hours away when we had decided it was time to drive back home to Des Moines.
When I stepped into the large neatly organized white polished plane, I never though something would go wrong. I woke up and found myself on an extremely hot bright sunny desert island filled with shiny soft bright green palm trees containing rough bright yellow hard felt juicy apples. The simple strong plane I was in earlier shattered into little pieces of broken glass and metal when crashing onto the wet slimy coffee colored sand and burning with red orange colored flames. After my realization to this heart throbbing incident I began to run pressing my eight inch footsteps into the wet squishy slimy light brown sand looking in every direction with my wide open eyes filled with confusion in search of other survivors. After finding four other survivors we began moving our small petite weak legs fifty inches from the painful incident. Reaching our destination which was a tiny space filled with dark shade blocking the extreme heat coming from the bright blue sky, I felt my eyelids slowly moving down my light colored hazel eyes and found myself in a dream. I was awakened the next day from a grumbling noise coming from my empty stomach.
When I was younger, my father wasn’t around most of the time and when he was there he was always arguing. Being the age I was, it was futile to attempt help my mother. My brother and I scrutinized, and that’s really all children who live through this can do. Though all of this pain was being inflicted upon us, I still loved my father a great deal and didn’t fully understand the situation, but my mindset had changed to one of great fear when I was about 7. I was in the backseat with my younger brother when an argument had broken out between my parents. I don’t exactly remember why they had started arguing, but this time was different than others. It all happened so quickly that it’s a blur, the part I remember as clear as day is when my mother
All I could feel was rugged sand all over my body and in my mouth. Land, we had washed ashore! Then I remembered fully what had happened last night. I began to look for Tom. "Tom, Tom, Where are you!!" There was no sign of him anywhere. Then I saw the footprints in the sand.