Hello again, I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots? God bless, Rachal Adent
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in. I will keep you posted on the status of things as they get processed.
he thought, it was all his fault! He tried not to cry by all of his classmates. The bell rung and he went
I felt myself fading away. I didn’t know what to think, what to say, how to react. I was stuck. I could hear in the distance my mom justifying herself and asking me to not tell anyone, as if I could. The walk back to my room seemed like an endless tunnel with no light at the end.
When I was in kindergarten, I did not have friends; my highs and lows oscillated on the approval of others who understood me even less than I did myself. For picture day, I remember being happy to wear my favorite shirt: a Strawberry Shortcake blouse with ruched sleeves. A girl deprecatingly told me I looked like a little kid. I never wore the shirt again. Although I already felt like an outsider, the situation worsened when I moved from Las Vegas to Hawaii.
I quickly finished tying my shoe and hopped onto my purple mountain bike and we were off. Logan my brother who I love sometimes,Cassie My best friend, Easton Cassie’s brother,Sawyer Cassie’s brother, Mr. Wychers and I were going to ride our bikes through a trail off in the woods and go to Whistle stop and then cut through town and head to Houseman's. The sky was cloudy and the daylight was being blocked by a thick dark cloud, which looked a lot like a rain cloud. We started to cut through a dead cornfield, lifeless tall brown and crusty plants sat in a single spot and as the soft wind blew the once luscious herbs. I felt the dead greens slap me in the leg and burrs got stuck to my pant leg.
Since my fourteenth birthday my life has been a series of perfect catastrophes. An outsider would unquestionably deem my life desirable, although nonetheless average. Since fourteen I’ve appeared to have it all; and if you look the part you’re halfway there, right? I say this because people who don’t know me very well will likely describe me as “pretty, popular, and smart,” which are all great attributes to have, but the outside doesn’t always match the inside. I’m not going to tell you I was utterly miserable from the day I entered teenhood because if I did I’d be lying, and wouldn’t that be an awful way to introduce myself to the individuals who hold the power to better my life for the next four years?
I held my sister close. I tried to put on a straight face, but my trembling fingers betrayed the fact that I was holding back tears that would not stop once they started flowing. The light was dim, and the long shadows on the walls became monsters that only added to my sister’s fears. Her soaked eyes were buried in my shirt, leaving stains in my heart that no amount of washing would ever remove. Her hands were clutching my waist as if I was the only thing holding her up.
“What’s wrong?” she asked. I just sobbed even harder. I was too upset to talk so I just sat there and let her hug me. I’m pretty sure we sat like that until we got to school.
I sit down beside him, trying to comfort my sobbing friend. Tears stream down his face. HIs body shakes with pure agony. “I’ve never seen him cry”, I think to myself. I try an tell him everything will be okay, and that things will get better.
Driving up to Summerville Georgia for a weekend adventure, I look out the window to a wonderland of colored leaves. It is beautiful; it is Fall. My family and I were renting a cabin. When we arrived we went outside for some exploring, then headed to Walmart to purchase food for lunch. At Walmart my Mother told my Father, siblings and me to get microwave meals.
You don't realize how easily little things turn into big things until after you wake up. I had been eating dinner with my family when I heard my favorite show's finale announce itself on the T.V. upstairs. I packed in what was left on my plate, thanked my parents for food, and excused myself from the table to throw my dishes in the sink that was piling high with dishes. I dashed to the stairs and hit the first step before my dad began to interrogate me with questions about school and other things that had not involved my show that was now beginning without me. I gave him words of assurance and darted for the couch.
She stood their looking deceptioned, disturbed and then she looked at us with her dark piercing brown eyes and said "We found her". This very moment was one my whole family had hoped for. It was supposed to be a moment of relief for every single person in my family but based of the expression on my mom's face it didn't seem like the moment we had hoped for. Nothing like it at all. The december winds had been quite cold and strong that december.
“I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” Marissa said with a crack in her voice, but I did not respond. As I walked away, I had tears running down my cheeks, tears in my eyes and I was holding my finger. I went to the P.E. teacher and asked her if I could go to the nurse, she asked me if I was okay instead of writing me a pass right away.
Someone was watching me. I heard my name being said over and over again like a melody on repeat. The first thing I opened my eyes to was my sister, her face inches away from mine and just by her expression I knew what was wrong. My mind wandered for a moment, remembering the night I dreaded most. The night of the crash.
