“No, I mean our boss. He isn’t going to just let you get custody of your sister. It won’t be that easy.” “I get that you don’t trust easy, but no. Just no.” “Think Brian, and I mean really think on this. What happens if he gives you full custody?” “I get full custody.” “And do you stay with the team? Do you keep working for the boss, or maybe start doing your own thing? You said you got into this for your sister, but once you get her, there is less reason for you to keep working with the boss. He loses leverage once you get her, or he works things to keep pressure on you. Maybe you fail a follow up check and you have to go through litigation. Maybe your mom wins an appeal. Really though, what you should be asking, is why don’t you have custody yet?” “I can only go by what the boss has done for us so far. I know you didn’t like just handing the money over to them, …show more content…
I could feel his shoulders rising and falling as he breathed. I never turned from the edge to face him. Not when he had argued with me. Not now as he turned and walked back to the stairs. Nor when he paused at the door, hand on the handle, and sighed. It wasn’t until Lisa came up that I took my eyes from the devastation I had wrought on my city. “So how was the rooftop serenade?” she asked. I turned to face her and could see the smile falter for an instant. “We argued. He left.” “And you stayed,” she replied looking out at what was now a battle between the local heroes, firetrucks, and the raging blue green fires in the distance. “And I stayed.” “Wanna talk about it.” “I need your help with a job.” “Oh really? And what kinda job are we pulling?” “Not the team. Just you and me.” “Find anything interesting at the bank.” “A name.” “Coil.” “No, another name. Several others actually. I’ll need helping dealing with them.” “And you need my help specifically to do this.” “I do.” “Great, so what’s the plan?” “We call in the
“My Dad has got cancer and my Mom is in a nursing home. My sister has four kids. I just don’t want to stress them out with that, I know they’ve got their own problems and I don’t want to add on to it.”
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?
“Ah, alright. You guys take him.” He said to the two cops once he went outside the room.
“No. But it is time you get in touch with him. We have to move fast. Your wife is still acting like the grieving widow. She is sticking to your brother like glue.”
As he stared at the ceiling, color returned to his face, numbness replaced with a warm sense of existing, the touch of the cool air against his skin. He looked at his hands. They were calloused and raw, nails gnawed to the quick, fingerprints lost among countless scars and burns. He grimaced. They didn't let him care for his hands, which was silly; he was a musician and he needed them to
Brown “ We may not know what to do now, but we will find out how did this to your child Ms. Brown, I promise.”
It didn't feel like it would ever break or falter. That certitude made me feel ceaselessly intoxicated. In my element, I stood to pause the whirling of the world, ashamed I'd forgotten why I was here. Now, I wondered if she was frightened of the cold whisking her away from me. I knew I would have been.
Unloading and unpacking my belongings, nothing appeared to be right. Frustrated, I ceased unpacking. Boxes strewn about the room - a mess. The lump in my throat never seemed to pass, nor did the butterflies in my stomach seem to disappear. I don't want to be here, I want to go home, I whimpered in my head.
Some people like to stay in control of their life and avoid any amount of extraordinary risk to protect their self-disclosure. Other people don’t shy away from challenges as they are confident that certain obstacles are nothing more than just another thing standing in their way from living life to the fullest extent. Through personal experience, I’ve realized that personal comfort is nothing more than a variety of fears that limit me from challenging myself.
I have encountered the quote,” Easy Does It, Sun” in my life. for example, I was in the Woodland summer camp in 4th grade and they were holding an egg drop in competition. I imprudently forgot to work on it beforehand. Therefore, I woke up really early the day it was due to start my project because I really wanted to win the competition. My mind was racing with many ideas I was putting together in my brain. As I ran hastily down the stairs, I mistakenly slipped and fell. Then, my parents, Grandparents, and sister rushed after me to see if I was okay. I suddenly had lost consciousness and was unresponsive. my mom called 911 and my sister prepared to give me CPR. It was a very frightening moment for everyone. Luckily, my sister had
The night way cold and rainy, no moon was present. As people walked down the street never once looking up, eyes glued to their phones with an infinite amount of apps, infinite wasted time. The buildings were tall, concrete on the north side of the city, offices and high rises for business men and the wealthy. To the south were old brick buildings, a historic downtown from the original city, narrow streets and no stop lights. The contrast was incredible, in the north was the present, in the south was like something out of a Noir film. In the west was the docks, they had never changed, wooden structures reaching out and large filled dry docks. The city was always busy with trade, imports exports, everything
“Yeah.” Gavin said dumbly. His mind raced on deciding whether to run or talk to the threatening figure which loomed uncomfortably above his head.
I am by myself wearing my blue jeans and an old flannel shirt. It is cool outside but I decided to leave my gloves at home, feeling comfortable with my warm shirt and my sturdy boots.
My dad kept trying to get full custody of us but he only got partial custody where my older sister and I had to go to our mom’s house every other weekend. That was until my mom had gotten into an abusive relationship. After that, dad had gotten full custody of my sister, my brother, and I. My mom had a hard life due to being bi polar and her step dad beating her. She had become an alcoholic as a