As we drove past the countless McDonalds and Starbucks, I was practically shivering with excitement. My Dad was taking me and my friend Devilin to GameStop, because we were both doing good in school and for trying out football. My Dad was going to buy us Pokemon Diamond and Pearl, a video game about capturing small creatures and battling with them. We pulled into the parking lot of GameStop. “Ok boys remember what I said; if I buy you these games, you have to promise me you will go outside more.”
On September 8, 2008 I arrived to the hospital at six o 'clock in the morning to get induced to have my first daughter due to a blood clot I had in my leg. The nurses first told me to change into a gown. Shortly after they hooked me up to the monitors to hear the baby moving all around. Also to track her cute little heartbeat. Another one was to monitor my contraction and watch them on the screen.
Andrew, my older brother, in middle of the road he was tired to keep ride the ox for 1 month. He asked me to replace him, so he can get some sleep. But then I do not have any experience of riding ox, that cause our wagon go wrong trail. The sky was dark like almost rain, I was panic. Everyone was in poor health because digest least food.
It was a sunny afternoon, Rainsford was having a nice family lunch with his two children, Jack and Eva. They were a small town restaurant called No Regrets in a small town off the coast of California. As they were sitting there eating their sandwiches the door opened and in walked Zaroff. He tramped over to the table with Rainsford and his kids. When he got their Rainsford stood up and stepped in front of his kids.
“When I was 4 years old I broke my foot jumping off the couch.” It was just my brother Preston and I and we were playing a game and it was a pretty fun game but it was loud. When I got to my room I saw that the nerf gun was taken out and we were playing hide and go seek. He was hiding and I had to find him.
The day began like any ordinary day except on this day a scene I envisioned for years was about to occur. Finding me trapped in a moment in space and time with a huge decision to make as my heart kept pounding [IT/DC]. Growing up I was fascinated with extreme flips. I longed to learn the front flip.
The Break-in u/Scorpshee I haven’t talked to anyone about this before, only my husband, when he asked me about it earlier this week. Its a story about my brother and I, and the people who broke into our home. I was 21, and home for the first time in four years. I had just graduated from university, and was staying with my parents until I found a job.
In the beginning of 2001 I was a SGT in the 82nd Airborne Division, by January 2002 I was standing in front of the Battalion Commander’s desk being read my second Field Grade Article 15 in seventy days. I was being demoted to Private First Class, being sent to Correctional Custody in Camp Lejeune, South Carolina for thirty days and being moved to a new company when I returned. The first field grade was for disobeying a lawful order from three senior NCO’s, the Brigade CSM, Battalion CSM, and my Platoon Sergeant. They had all told me in the same day at separate times to get a haircut and I failed too, the second was for stealing from the company supply room while on extra duty from the first field grade.
As I laid in bed, searching across one of my favorite websites, creepypasta, for a decent scary story to read; I stopped short. " The Other You" was the title of the extremely short story that I now wish I had never opened. The story instructed that if you stand in front of a mirror, grab a random piece of hair while looking at yourself, then holding a ruler or other object capable of accurate measurement, then marked the ruler; then afterward doing it again only without looking in the mirror, that the lengths would be different. It said that doing this created confusion to your doppelgänger, whom you supposedly see in the mirror, living in an alternate universe.
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.
My birthday is my favorite day of the whole year, which is on May 3rd. This is the time of year where I can celebrate with my whole family and have a great time. Every year my family goes out to see a movie that is out in theaters. Usually my birthday is around the time when the Marvel movies come out. The best thing about birthdays is being with my family, opening presents, and getting an ice cream cake!
"It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart." ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay That quote up the top couldn't be any truer. By most people standards I am doing fine.
I deteriorated in silence and grieved within the confines of my mind. As a child, I grew accustomed to hiding my pain. Whether if it was physical or emotional, there wasn’t an outlet available to show how the unhappiness my parents granted me distorted my personality. I had no help.
The light was piercing through my head. It felt like a laser was going through my head. The pain was insurmountable. The pain in my head was coupled with pain in my stomach. I just wished it would go away.
Shortly after my sixteenth birthday, something terrible happened to me. But, first let's start at the beginning. When I was five years old my parents got me the best gift a little girl could ever ask for, a puppy. My dad came into the house with what I thought was a black jacket in his arms. I was wrong, after he came into the kitchen the “jacket” popped it’s little head up, it wasn’t a jacket, it was a puppy.
