One day she blew up, blaming her parents about how everything was falling. Then she blamed the teachers for giving homework that it was distracting her from home. When I had the chance to talk to her, I said “Why would you avoid us like that..? We are here for you why don’t you let us help” she responded “There’s nothing you can do it’s too late, you’re just a child like me what power do you have?” I grew silent as I thought I am just a child, then responded to her “You’re right I’m just a child and have no power over adults, but I can be responsible for the things I can do, and ask those with the same and more power to help me, and give me the power to be more than a child.” After that she moved away to where I do not recall but I know wherever she is, she made her decision. The difference and similarities of these two stories was who they were and the people around
Now I was in a total new country and I didn’t understand anything around me. Everything looked different and I wanted to go back home so bad but I knew I couldn’t.This was my new home and I had to get used to it. That summer my mom signed me up for school and I was so excited because I had always loved school. I was so happy to finally go back to school because
(Imagine a kid being bullied to the point of them not wanting to live. Kimmie was one kid out of many who dealt with the situation of being harassed. She told her mother that kids at school were bullying her because of her weight and how she looked. Kimmie’s mom ignored her thinking she was over reacting, little did she know she was not. Kimmie would receive daily threats online telling her to “kill herself” and saying things like “Why are you still alive?” The next morning after Kimmie’s mom dropped her off at school she ditched class and went into an abandoned apartment building down the block to wait for the school day to be done, so she would not have to face the kids who tormented her.
When the school Director and my father called all of us in a room, I knew that it was gonna be the biggest humiliation of my life. Not only were they going to reveal it in front of the entire school just hours before we get on the plane, but they were going to do it and not me. How could I ever look at her in the face again after failing to do be honest with her? I wanted to run far away and escape the situation but at this point, I had no choice but to take my sister hands and walk toward the
Liz thought nothing of herself and that she was worthless she would look up to people and try to pull them down to her level by bullying, doing drugs, and other wrong decisions that would not help her, just making things worse. Liz didn’t care though and every bad decision that she made, every kid she bullied came back and bit her with the depression and sadness she had, and it just kept building up and she could not handle it anymore, the only way out was to not be in the world anymore. She thought of death as escape but she didn’t realize that was a permanent solution to just temporary problems in high school. Overall in the book Falling Into Place, Amy Zhang uses characterization to establish the theme of depression is a huge part of teenagers lives and how it can affect the people around you that love you, not just yourself when you decide to make the decision to end it
I thought I would never see her again. I cried and the teacher tried to calm me down, but it didn’t work. She carried me around the class trying to make me stop crying, but I kicked her because she took me away from my mum. The teacher got really tired of trying to calm me down so she told me she would call up my mum and let her talk to me. When she called and she gave me the phone, I was shouting at my mum because she left me with a stranger, in a weird place, without even saying bye, and she had never done that before, she never left me alone when we went out, she never liked it when she saw me talking to complete strangers, and she used to keep telling me that you cant trust those strangers because you don’t know if they are good people, or bad people, and if they are bad people, they can kidnap me, and I will never get to see her again.
I can't get my money back." She pouted. Mom didn't seem to hear her because she was still pacing back and forth with a small frown on her face. Suddenly, she stopped and looked at Aunt Lydia then me. "I know," She announced.
Throughout school I was never really athletic. While I excelled in all my academic and artistic classes, I barely scraped by in gym class. My parents forced me to join soccer and cheerleading as a child, in hopes that I would find something I was good at, but I would complain about it until, ultimately, they’d allow me to quit. Needless to say, I never really understood the fuss about high school sports. In Amanda Ripley’s article, “The Case Against High School Sports,” she argues that the craze over high school sports may actually be harming American school systems.
I never understood why they all hated me, at first I thought it was because my mother abandoned me when I was a baby with my grandmother, I found out later that they feared me for my po... ... middle of paper ... ...to face the stares and the whispers, like every Sunday. None of them knew why my grandmother was so adamant on me coming to the church so often, causing rumors to circle around her and I. But, I knew I had to make it into the church. I rubbed my eyes and tried my best to suppress any residual sobs, and crawled over the seat to get out of the car. With my feet on the ground I looked up and saw a group of mourners in all black huddled by the door.
After issuing her punishment and telling me never to hit my sister again, my mother demanded to know why I was so upset. “She went to school today, Mom, and she won’t teach me English!” I sobbed. Of course, it was foolish of me to think that my sister could teach me a new language after her first day of school, but I was too young and frustrated to know any better. My frustration was caused by living in a foreign land and not knowing the language, and was amplified by our poverty. I did not have many toys and could not play with other children my age because of the language barrier.