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Transition between childhood and adulthood
Transition between childhood and adulthood
Transition between childhood and adulthood
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The balloons are out, the flowers are in bloom, I smell summer. I smell a summer like no other. Not because the groundhog came out early this year, or because I was one year older, but because I was a graduate, from Gilkey International middle school (finally). Sophie comes up to me yelling, super excited for the night ahead, graduation. As we rehearse our ceremony, in our high inched heels and dainty fake eyelashes Charlie runs up behind us screaming in our ear jumping us out of our own skin.
Our life use to be way different: busy, good, and not as exiting before the night my friends invited me to a football game. As usual we played our own football game it was two against two. Scott and i were on a team while stiles and Erica were on the other. It was a Friday with a full moon with little clouds lingering in the sky.
Unbeknownst to me I had met my current best friend, Hannah Gilbert, but did not hang out with her until two years later. At the end of sixth grade I had met the first bisexual person, a girl I’ll call her Bella, she was almost if not two years older than me. During my seventh grade year a new middle school, Franklinton Middle School, was opened causing me to again transfer schools. During the summer of seventh grade I began to get closer to Hannah; we had hung out almost all summer. In the beginning of eighth grade I met a girl, I’ll call her Amanda, who changed my life in a short span of time.
It’s about six hours since you left for Arizona . The way things have been, I know you wouldn’t have expected me to come to see you off. I was so focused on getting by on my own in the city, I didn’t realize how much I missed being with friends. And it was only today I realized how much I’ve missed you. You were my best friend for as long as I can remember, and it’s been almost two weeks since I last talked to you.
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then.
Full Circle It was my senior year of high school and everything was going as planned. I had already been accepted into various colleges to study Math Education. This was the only career I had ever considered. Until now.
There wasn’t anything special about today or any day really. If you know anything about me, Peyton Otto, you know I basically live in my room doing some type of homework or project. My best friend, Valerie Scott, always thinks I’m insane for doing work on the weekend instead of taking a break from school. She may be my one of my closest friend, my only friend to be exact, but I feel that she doesn’t understand me. The thing is, we are total opposites, but yet we are really good friends, like they say, “Opposites attract.”
One quote stuck with me as I entered high school: “Some will swim; most will sink.” This phrase came from the mouth of my History teacher Mr. Sanders. I was already petrified to take on such a transition. I was small, nervous, and unconfident. Mr. Sanders might not realize how much his words stuck with me, they made a misguided young man seek out the best that New Palestine High School had to offer.
Chapter one: The Usual —Laura sighed as she wiped the small drips of sweat off her forehead. She had been on her feet since 9 am and it was currently 6:45 pm, her shift was going to end in fifteen minutes. Laura had waited all day for him to arrive and order his usual, but for some odd reason he hadn't shown up yet. She figured he had found another coffee shop where he wouldn't have to see her face. She took a deep breath and held it in for a few seconds.
It was the June 25th, my friend Tanya’s 16th birthday. I was invited to her house for as she said,“a little party with the closest friends”. I talked to Nicole and Julia, who were also invited to the birthday party, to
The threshold goblin stood before me, between me and the end of my quest. “You are small, you are weak, you know nothing!” He screeched. My blood started to boil and my anger built. I shouted back, “That’s not true!
I love to eat. I imagine, so does every living thing on earth. To survive we must give our bodies energy. With around seven billion humans on earth, we need to produce a lot of food. Not only for the human population, but for livestock as well.
I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now.
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported." I wish that I had that "someone." I'm always that person for someone else, but when it comes to me, where are those people that I need to show me that I am cared for and supported?
Personal Narrative As a blossoming adolescent at the innocent age of eleven, my most prominent concerns were sneaking makeup past my mother, adapting to the overwhelming ecosystem that was sixth grade, and figuring out which cat-themed T-shirt I would purchase with my birthday money. My twelfth birthday came and went; I had a small party at which my friends and I watched Napoleon Dynamite and ate pizza. The doorbell rang, and my father appeared with his new wife. I scarcely acknowledged his presence, accepted his gift, gave the obligatory hug and “I love you,” and then he was gone.
