Growing up, I was not so much of an angelic girl. Around the age of nine, I moved from Brooklyn, New York to Philadelphia. Moving to a new place is never really a smooth transition, but it didn’t take long for me to get to know many people in my school and in my neighborhood. My life in Philly was wonderful; I was living the life. At least that was what I thought. The problem was, I did not choose my friends wisely. It got as horrid as becoming affiliated with a gang called “N.I.C. (Niggas in Charge)/ B.I.C. (Bitches in Charge).” Although the ages throughout the group varied, the majority of us were little kids, who thought we were grown. I went from sweet to bitter and that was when my life deteriorated. My grades ranged from C’s-D’s; I skipped classes; I was always in the hallways roaming around; I was anywhere, but where I needed to be 80% of the time. I was even suspended for physically fighting a transfer student named Jasmine in the school’s cafeteria. …show more content…
They came in less than one minute; the guys ran off once they saw a larger horde. Soon after, I realized that Yhari and the rest of the crew were all in a nearby park, with other females. The one girl that Yhari was with, was one of my so called friends. Yeah, pitiful right? He did not even have the guts to face me that whole night, but that was the least of my worries. For some odd reason, my ear continued to sting. I touched it and when I looked at my hand, there was blood. I was shot by what I believed was some sort of a BB gun. My friends found this humorous, but I did not. What I experienced that night, opened my eyes; by all odds, I learned my lesson. As I look back now, I question, “What if that was a more advanced gun?” I could have been killed, even after the fact that I did not say a word to those guys, I was the one who was wounded. Talk about wrong place at the wrong time. The year after, I Jones
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.
The car moves down a long stretch of road gliding over the flat terrain. The steady menu of cow pastures line both sides of the lonely highway, “This is a pleasant change from the dangerous concrete jungle I’m use to. Hell, an average day in Newark would be equal to the last 50 years of crime stats for this place. Fortunate for me the stress level alone will probably give me an additional ten years of longevity. Conceivably, in support of my decision I picked a very peaceful place to end my career, and with only three more months’ remaining on my agenda. In next to no time I will be out of law enforcement for good.
My two friends and I had a very fun time at Rapid City. After planning for about a week now, we had a rough start. I waited for approximately 45 minutes for George and Michael to get to my house, and I was really tired. I couldn’t sleep well last night, and it was raining, too, but eventually it cleared up. My friends finally arrived, so we could get going. I was really shocked that they came here by foot, since they could’ve taken a vehicle, and our houses weren’t that close to each other.
Growing up, I was very fortunate to have hard-working, loving, and supporting parents who provided my sister and I with a good life. A good life to me means having a roof over our head, meals everyday, an allowance for our basic needs, and family trips every so often. Last year on November 1, 2014 my mother Sandra and I decided to go to Los Angeles, CA to get some shopping done and have a nice meal at one of our favorite restaurants. Once we arrived to Los Angeles, we witnessed so many homeless people on the streets who are living in their tents and asking people for change at all times. This struck me because often times one does not realize how fortunate they are until they witness others who are struggling on a day-to-day basis begging
Who am I? A question i have asked myself for years I started to wear this mask when i first moved to Belleville. Years after pretending I was somebody else i honestly was confused. I would do things that i didn't enjoy , hang out with people i was always uncomfortable with because it was “cool”. As i got older i started to realize i didn't have to do that. Slowly but surely i would take that mask off. Most times i didn't learn until my feeling were hurt or something bad happened and that took a big toll on me but in the long run it helped. I wasn't until sophomore year in high school. Me and my family moved across town and i was at Belleville East. I had a whole new setting ,new people and a chance to be myself so i did just that. I realized
Growing up in two places was always had for me. My main life in Iowa had my close friends, my school, and my mothers side of the family, but in Ohio I have have all of my fathers side of my family. Every one out there in Ohio are very strict with religion, they go to church every Saturday for 8 hours each time. I’ve always been interested in my religion, but Iowa has no temples to go too so i have never been very religious. I started to go through a very hard time in my life and had no clue how to coupe with my problems. Eventually the stress became way too much to handle and i soon became desperate for help. I had tried very thing from seeing a therapist to trying to distract myself but nothing got better. I was in a very dark place in my life and had no one to talk
The alarm rang at 5.00 am, which made me jump out of my bed, springing off the balls of my feet and swinging my hands in the air for the first time out of excitement. “Time to go to Hershey Park”, cried my raring brother with an avidity. Later, we prepared ourselves for a long and elating journey to Pennsylvania. My heart started throbbing as if it’s going to leap out of my chest when I thought about going to a theme park after a long time. Thrilling sensation pierced in me as we were close to Pennsylvania. My first time visit to Pennsylvania made me adore the place as it was serene and tranquil infused with dense and hastily growing bushes and craggy mountains. The sky was Carolina blue spotted with patches of cirrus clouds. As we were
My elderly next-door neighbor thinks that I try to do too much around my house by myself. He wonders why I don’t get a husband to help me in some of the chores involved in owning a house. Although I’m usually very quick to promote my Wonder Woman ideology and be the vanguard of the Independent woman, when he offered to shovel up the three-days-dead possum some dog had dragged into my yard, and put it in his own trash barrel, I found I didn’t much mind taking the damsel in distress role. Melvin’s wife died not too long ago, and I think he is now courting the cat lady, who lives further down the street in the house with the iron gate and about a dozen cats lounging on the front porch. About a month ago, one of her cats gave birth in my garage. Three adorable gray & white spotted kittens. When I said to her, “I think there’s something that belongs to you in my garage,” she replied, “I guess it’s time to get little Dixie fixed.” I would agree with that assessment. She did not, however, offer to get the cats out of my garage. Eventually, Little Dixie took matters into her own paws and took the kittens home. Good cat.
So it was December 22 and I was getting ready to get out of Ohio and go to New Jersey. I woke up at 3:30 am to get ready. We stayed in New Jersey for 1 week. Then my dad woke up at 4:30 am and I was so mad at him because he to me the day before to wake up early so that we can get there much faster and I did but he didn’t. So then when we got in the car I was ready so then my friend to me to do at live.ly and then I did and my friend was commenting a lot and it was funny because my friend put a dab god in the middle of my live.ly but it was helpful. Later then when we got to west virginia we went to washington d.c and it was so fun we pass the white house and we went under at mountain there to it was sooooo cool and then I fell asleep for like 4 hours and then I got back up and we were halfway there because we still had 3 hours so then I did musically and then I got bored so then I watch a movie.
Have you ever felt like you were left out of certain activities because of your capabilities? Have you ever felt like you were in deep danger and no one was there to help you? If you're wondering what this big danger is, then you should stick around because let's just say has to do with splashing waves and a load of water.
Sgt. Thompson suggested a plan. We were to move up to the wall, one by one, covered by Pvt. McKenzie. So we did just that, moving up one at a time, covering one another. Various troops were catching on to what we were doing and began to try and reach the dunes. Not all of them were successful. One soldier, only about 18 years old, popped his head up from his cover in the sand. His helmet instantly flew off of his head, and his head had all but disappeared. What seemed to be a gallon of red paint soaked the soldiers behind him. I lost sight of what was going on and fell into deep thought. Who is his mother? Where did he live before being sucked into the life-sucking abyss we called
Watching everyone through the glass window with the burgundy window frame in East Village, New York is a struggle I face every day. A small little town in the upper part of New York close to the city, where poverty is at it’s highest. I watch as family stuff their faces with the food in front of them, just like a turkey is stuffed on Thanksgiving day. They have no guilt in their faces what's so ever as they eat their steamy hot food. They have no regret or sorrow in their eyes when they see me looking through the clear window. Never taking into consideration the underprivileged people who don’t get the chance to eat a warm meal everyday like they do.
I use the MTA everyday to go to work, as a New Yorker is usual to see some “crazy” people doing random things on your train ride. However, last night when i was on my way back home I observed a indigent sitting in the wooden bench at a train stop he was whispering to himself in a weird language, it was english but i could barely understand what he was saying then 2 minutes after he got up and started yelling looking straight forward but there was nobody there, he yelled “ screw you, I’m going to stab you and kill you, you are so D**M sick” then he whispered to himself trying to apologize to his own hallucination. I felt sorry for his situation, he needs help and being an indigent more than likely he is not getting help, unless someone reports
I awake in the city of horns and motor vehicles. I glance toward the sunrise to find it blocked by a building. I slowly flop myself out of bed and into the shower. I wash off all the misery from my sleep in that dreadful bed, I wallow into my clothes and roll down the stairs to breakfast. This is always a soothing meal, but it could never replenish the pain of living in the city. Leaving my apartment, I have arrived at the elevator to find it closed, I live on the 36th floor, now walking down the stairs and out the front doors to try and grab a cab. I am waving it down as one pulls over to me, I open the door and a man, dressed in a suit, steals my cab. I rush to find another one, but they all seem to be full. At last, I have found one, coming straight to me. The cab pulls to the curb and I open the door to find the driver speaking another language. At this point I realized it has been gonna be a long day.
Over the summer I decided to be more social and make new friends. On the first day of school I introduced myself to everyone in my first period class. Second week I decided to meet more people in my other class. By the end of grade 9, I knew almost all the guys in my grade. By grade 10 I started talking to girls. In grade 11, I join the football team, and got a little taste of what brotherhood is like. I had guys who, after earning their respect, would always have my back. By grade 12, pretty much most of the school knew me. End of grade 11 and grade 12 is also when I started actually dating and partying. Due to all the partying, my grades slipped a little. In grade 12, I began to do more drugs, and drink more. A lot of why I did it was the stress of the future because in my mind, I didn 't except to get into university, and if I don 't get it how am I going to get a good job. If I don 't have a good job then how will I be able to support myself, and if I can 't even support myself; in the even something happens to my parents, how could I ever hope to help and support my brother. Just thinking about that made me more inclined to find ways to forget about all my stresses; even if it was just for a night. I 've done Molly, shrooms, LSD, weed, acid, prescription drugs, and a lot of alcohol. I remember doing LSD and the next thing I knew; I was in a drag race in the outskirts. I was completely stupid and reckless and I 'm lucky to be alive