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It was a warm sunny morning in the beautiful hills of California, I was just waking up as I opened the curtains you could see downtown Los Angles in the distance. I walked down stairs started by coffee, and the tv it was just past 7:00 as my children woke up for school it was also around the same time my maid called and told me she wasn’t coming in to work today. I was just getting ready to sit down as my kids came running down the stairs, they were 16,17 and they both go to one of the best high schools in California. My family had lots of nice things but my kids thought that it wall came from this app my friend and I made but it didn’t. it started one night when I was in a nice club in down town Los Angles when I ran into this guy my buddy knew little did I know this guy was a big time drug dealer, we started hanging out a lot and then shortly we started doing business he would have drugs smuggled into Los Angles and then I would sell them to the street level guys but I only did business …show more content…
As he knocked on the door I look through the cameras and saw they all had guns on them. So I opened the door easily and told them there was no need for that he shoved me out of the way as two of the guys searched the house the others held me down in a chair and they were yelling at me asking for the rest if the drugs but I wouldn’t tell them. After an hour of searching and not finding it they got angry and pulled a gun on me as soon as that happened I told them where it was because I didn’t want to die. After they found it I asked who did they work for and they told me the guy that smuggled it into America. I was so mad at that moment I wanted to fight back but I knew I would have lost so I swallowed my pride. From that day forward I never trusted another person again because I considered this guy one of my best
I wonder if I should I start calling Las Vegas, Nevada home now. I’ve traveled back and forth from California to Las Vegas since I was a child. I can remember at the age of thirteen my family and I would take family weekend trips very often. By the age of seventeen I was forced to move to Vegas for 6 months right before my senior year of high school started. Since it was my last year of high school my parents decided to let me go back to California for the last three months and graduate with my friends. Since I wasn’t eighteen yet, I forced to go back to Las Vegas right the day after graduation.
In all honesty I wanted to go clear my mind, but I also wanted to stay home so I could cry and curl up in a corner. Hassan told me to go fix a bag and meet him down stairs I did as I was told even though I didn't have to. Once I got downstairs I saw Hassan talking to my parents. He was trying to convince them to let me go, and they agreed to let me go as long as I called. After they agreed to let me go listen told me that we were going to his house to see if his parents were cool with it. The one thing that he left out was that he wanted me to lie to his parents. I didn't want to, but I owed him after this whole trip thing. I had a long conversation with his parents and they decided to let him go. I'm not going to lie I wasn't thrilled but how bad could it be. In my mind everything that could go wrong was already being visioned which worried me more. Anyway before his parents could change their mind he grabbed my shirt and drug me across his house outside to the car. Later that evening we had been on the road and I had a flashback. I was in the third grade and I finally got this pretty girl named Katherine. I “loved" her and she felt the same in return, but like they say “All good things come to an end”. I was devastated my heart had a hole, but you get over it eventually I
I spent most of my life surrounded by fragrant pine trees, rocky mountains, and sometimes extremely cold winters. At least one year ago, my family and I moved to a place that is the exact opposite of Colorado which was Phoenix, Arizona. Months before moving, we got rid of all clothing that resembled winter apparel because we all knew it was not going to be needed again. When moving to a new location, it the time to embrace new change, different cultures and certainly different weather climates.
Before, I could even take note, it was already October. It was time for me to pack everything in my room, and say my final goodbyes to my family members. I was going to leave everything that meant a lot to me behind. Previously, before October, we picked up my dad from the airport so that he could help us load all of our belongings to the U-Haul truck. Lily, ‘my cousin’, (we aren’t related, she is just a very close friend who I consider family) was staying with use because she want to see her father, who was also living in Denver. My mom and dad, sister, uncle, cousin, and I all stayed at the house one last night. I remember that my sister said that all her friends gathered around my mom’s car to wave goodbye to her. Her closest friends got very emotional and they started to cry. Not only did the move affect me, it also affected my sister greatly. It was like someone had given her a punch in the stomach. By the next day, we had everything in the U-Haul truck, and it was time for me to leave my precious Vegas behind. We had now started the drive to
Looking back on my life there haven’t been a lot of times where I felt like an outsider. I always had a group of friends, a family that loved me, and I like to think that my peers always thought of me as a pretty fun to be around person. However last year there was a time where I did feel as though rejection was prominent in my life..
Ok. One night my sister and I were at my father’s house. He lives in Kingsville on 10 maybe 9 acres of land in this [small pause, looks at ceiling] I wouldn’t really call it a farmhouse, just a kind of small house out there. The previous person who lived in the house was supposedly shipped to an asylum, for, you know, normal stuff [pause] schizophrenic or something. My sister and I were at the house one night and we were cleaning up the house while my dad was on some sort of job out of the state and my step mom was at work in the hospital. We were doing our stuff, and then the power flickered, and came back on. We didn’t think anything of it. Then, outside of the door, we heard a noise, kinda like a dog barking, but like, just enough not so that we knew it wasn’t. So, we hear this noise, and start to get fre...
Life in the middle school and high school was not easy for me. I had become an introvert, I still didn’t know how to be social, and I had very few friends. I was teased for being very quiet, and some people insinuated that I’m scared of fellow people. On the other hand life at home was difficult. My mother had become so bitter and pleased her was next to impossible. She became very harsh with my brother and me, and we were always scolded for even the smallest mistakes. Once in a while, my father would come for us and take us to the city he lived. I would look out of the windows as we drove out of town and would imagine how life in another city would feel like. I looked at the skies, and all I saw were promises of a better future. All my life I had lived in San
The other night I had a dream. I dreamed of a boy whom I had known a long time ago, but since then he had disappeared completely from my life. In my dream, I saw him sitting beside my bed and talking to me. He told me about the trip that he had taken with his parents, his two older brothers, and his sister when he was seven years old. He told me how his parents had been victimized by a man who knew about his parents’ desperate attempt to flee from Vietnam, so he took advantage of them.
Because of some of the circumstances that make me who I am, it is hard to say I have any one definitive home. Instead, I have had two true homes, ever since I was a young child. What makes this even more of a conundrum is that my homes have always had little in common, even though they are only a few hundred miles apart. Between the big city of Houston, Texas, and the small town of Burns Flat, Oklahoma, I have grown up in two very different towns that relate to one another only in the sense that they have both raised me.
“What should I do? Maybe if I tell them I really don’t want to move to California they’ll change their minds? Maybe it’s too late to change minds since we're already here? Why did we have to move so far?” All these thoughts were popping through my head as I stepped onto the plane, “We’re we really doing this? Were we moving to California?” I keep on thinking about all these things. “What was gonna happen tomorrow at school?” My thoughts were like a highway. The cars were each of my thoughts and the cars were zooming by me over and over again. All I think about is what lies ahead. Tomorrow was my first day at school and I felt like I was gonna puke.
I was fifteen when it all began; the laughing, taunting, teasing, the confusion. It wasn’t always like this. I used to be happy.
I live in Paradise Hills. It’s a very quite place. It is also pretty peaceful. No crimes take place and you don’t feel threatened in any way. The air is fresh and the environment is clean. My community is fairly quiet. But there are a couple of times when the neighbors throw parties. We don’t know our neighbors well - aside from the numerous times we threw our ball in their backyard. My neighbors seem pretty chill though. I have one neighbor that has a beautiful garden. It’s huge and really nice. We had moments where his dogs try to hop the fence and chase me and my little siblings. We play with them though, but it’s still pretty scary.
I was asleep in the middle of the night when I herd a sound coming from outside of my house I woke up and I ran to my brother's room, he was sleeping in the bed with his girlfriend, I woke him up and said that I had herd a sounds outside the door, he said: "be quiet, do not make a sound", I did as he said and then I saw that he took a gun out from the madras, then he walked to the door and started to listen to the door then he saw out of the window and saw three guys one was in a car and two that was robbing his car, he was so mad that he kicked down the door and started shooting, he got one of them then he started to shoot at the car, he didn't hit the one inside but he did hit the other guy that was running away, he dragged him to the sidewalk and said: "open your mouth and put it on the curve", he did as my brother told him to do, the man was shaking by fear, then my brother started to scream and started kicking his head, he kicked his head so hard that he broke his neck and jaw, the man died instantly, then my brother saw the police and he just starred at me, he started walking towards the cops, they said: "don't move, put your hands behind your head and get down on your knees", my brother did as they said, he was thrown in jail for two years
I never really thought about where my life was going. I always believed life took me where I wanted to go, I never thought that I was the one who took myself were I wanted to go. Once I entered high school I changed the way I thought. This is why I chose to go to college. I believe that college will give me the keys to unlock the doors of life. This way I can choose for myself where I go instead of someone choosing for me.
It was around 2:00pm and it was time to open presents. I started with opening friend’s presents then I opened families. I was finally done opening all my presents. I looked around at all the people, who were looking at me and my dad was nowhere to be. That was the only present that I was looking forward too. The party ended and my dad didn’t show up, my little four years old hopes were in the ground, it was like I could feel my heart ripping appart. I looked at my mom and she mouthed I’m sorry, my faced turned rosy red and my eyes filled with tears. From that moment on my life was never the same. It was a dark cloudy day and I was going to see my dad. We were playing the game Sorry and he was winning. I was the yellow player and he was the green player, he was laughing and smiling the whole time. I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday afternoon any other way. When the game was over he asked me to clean up the game while he went out to smoke a cig. When he entered the room and the game wasn’t picked up, he went crazy. His eyes seemed to turn a dark almost black color. It was like he was a completely different person when he came back