“Tell me all about it.” I gripped the phone so hard my hand hurt. “Tell me everything about Prague.” “Oh, Jennie, it’s incredible. So beautiful.
Our parents came in one at a time to talk to us and about how we were feeling. They made sure to tell us that they loved us a bunch, and everything would be okay. As I started crying, both my mom and dad would cry too. They didn’t like that Garrett and I were feeling this way. I remember going to bed crying silently, because I wanted to be the tough one.
I was so shocked I said “Dad what happened, why is mom and Joe dead!!”. My dad replied “Son im sorry, Im so sorry”. I was goanna ask him if he killed them but deep down even at that age I knew he had killed them. I also knew if I had stayed I was next. I ran as fast as I could away from my dad.
Even though the teachers tried to encourage him to “Stand up… Speak up. Speak to the entire class.” (513). His
During that moment, I realized how much of an impact something like death could have on someone, and it made me realize that I had to mature faster than I had been. Just like I
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
My dad dropped me off at practice one night and just never came home. My mom called him to see where he was and he told her he wanted a divorce. My mom told my brothers before she told me. I knew something was wrong and I remember Chandler telling me on the way to school one day that our parents were getting a divorce. I acted like I wasn’t upset but I was.
After I thought about it for a while, I realized that he said it in a loving way, the same way I have heard him tell my sisters and my mom for so many years. I began to cry harder and continued to cry tell I finally fell
It was 7:05am on a Thursday morning, when I had woken. I lied down in my bed gazing at the ceiling as my obnoxious alarmed screamed at me to get up and prepare for another day of school. I was beyond exhausted. It was November 17th. Thanksgiving break was just around the corner waiting for me to relax and get my mind off the prison we call school.
I thought school was kinda’ fun and I enjoyed playing with my friends at recess. My life was normal. But one day after school my Dad called us all into the family room. My Dad was usually one to always be happy and not one to easily show defeat, but that day he looked sort of dejected as we all sat down
The roads became more broken down. Suddenly the beeping of the cars startled my thoughts and my world unfroze. I felt the droplets accumulating under my eyes. Tears began rolling down my face. It was at that moment that I realized how honored I was to have everything
Everybody knows that there are four seasons, and everyone has their favorite one out of all of them. Mine is when the woods turns into a coloring book of orange and red, when I put a nice warm batch of hot co-co on the stove, and were all of my family comes together every year. My favorite season is fall. My favorite hobby is hunting.
The ocean… The sound of the waves applauding and hugging the shore. The internal sounds of the body out in the world’s biggest swimming pool. The echo of my sister’s laughter. The salty smell so strong that one can taste it dancing on ones taste buds.
He would sometimes wait for me to get done with school to pick on me. He used to call me mean names when we walked passed each other as he shoved me like it was on accident, even though I knew he did it on purpose and that he intended to hurt my feeling. One day he would say he was my friend if I gave him an answer or two but the next he would act like nothing even happened the day before. He treated me like I was trash left to be feeling like I was the only person in this world that had a “Friend” like that.
There are many incidents one met in life that change the whole concept of living. Similarly I had an incident which not only change my vision towards life but also to the words you speak and how much they hurt someone enough that you then regret of saying them. It was a very dull morning for me.
