Anxiety was racing throughout my body. I was worried, no worried didn't even begin to describe how I was feeling. Apprehensive, anxious, sad these were the right emotions. I rushed home, and sprinted through the front door. I was too late, my parents had already left for their big surgeries.
My dad was operating on a huge butterfly brain tumor, while my mom was repairing a heart that had been entirely cut in half. They saved lives; which doesn’t make things easy on me. I have so much to live up to. I've always wanted to be in the operating room, have a scalpel in my hand, and just revive someone.
Later that night I called my parents to see how everything was; no answer. “They must still be in surgery.” I said under my breath. I lied down, …show more content…
All I know is that it woke me up crying and screaming bloody murder. Unable to go back to sleep, I sat there in never ending tears. My alarm went off three hours later. My phone started to ring; I jumped to check who was calling. It was my parents; I pressed accept.
“Hey, how did your guy’s surgeries go?”
“Couldn't have gone better.”
“So, when are you guys coming home?”
“Yeah, that's why I called you. We have something we need to deal with.”
“What, why?”
“I can't say, sorry.”
“Well can you still make it to my competitions?”
“I wouldn't miss them for the world.”
“That's what you always say.”
“Emily, this time I mean it.”
“Okay love you, bye.”
“Love you too, bye.”
After I hung up, I started to practice. I practiced my cheer routines, and studied the question for my academic decathlon. Triple spin six, seven, eight. Fan kick and set; basket toss . I'm up in the air now kick twist. I opened my textbook, where I read “A projectile is an object in free motion, moving through air without forces apart from air resistance and gravity.”
Hours later I sat down for rest, flipping through the T.V channels. Nothing I wanted to watch was on, so I fell asleep. I woke up in the same cry. Still I couldn't remember what was so dreadful, so I sat there to petrified to …show more content…
My sister had to train me. This was painful, I didn’t know how to work my powers. One exercise was a trust fall. This sounds totally easy right, well no. My sister climbed up a latter; then fell backwards. I had to catch her with my telecanisis. I also had to do super exercises which are like normal excercises exept they work twice as fast which means they are twice as painful.
I started to cry my second day. “ What’s wrong” my sister asked. “ It’s too much” I replied “ Why didn’t you just tell me how you were feeling?” she asked “Why didn’t you tell me I was te only person who could save the world before my parents could train me.” I broke “ That was their decision Emily” she explained “ Well guess what Kristi Their gone; dea. I’m constatlly sad, but I can’t be because you told me it would make this even harder.” I ran to my room before she could give me a big speech about how she was upset too, and that that’s not what she meant so on, so on.
A few months later my sister and I got an alert. I was time for my first save. Someone was people into the woods, but nobody knew why. My job was to get the victims back to safty, and put the criminal into a barrier until the police can get
My dad was operating on a huge butterfly brain tumor, while my mom was repairing a heart that had been entirely cut in half. They saved lives; which doesn’t make things easy on me. I have so much to live up to. I've always wanted to be in the operating room, have a scalpel in my hand, and just revive someone.
Later that night I called my parents to see how everything was; no answer. “They must still be in surgery.” I said under my breath. I lied down, …show more content…
All I know is that it woke me up crying and screaming bloody murder. Unable to go back to sleep, I sat there in never ending tears. My alarm went off three hours later. My phone started to ring; I jumped to check who was calling. It was my parents; I pressed accept.
“Hey, how did your guy’s surgeries go?”
“Couldn't have gone better.”
“So, when are you guys coming home?”
“Yeah, that's why I called you. We have something we need to deal with.”
“What, why?”
“I can't say, sorry.”
“Well can you still make it to my competitions?”
“I wouldn't miss them for the world.”
“That's what you always say.”
“Emily, this time I mean it.”
“Okay love you, bye.”
“Love you too, bye.”
After I hung up, I started to practice. I practiced my cheer routines, and studied the question for my academic decathlon. Triple spin six, seven, eight. Fan kick and set; basket toss . I'm up in the air now kick twist. I opened my textbook, where I read “A projectile is an object in free motion, moving through air without forces apart from air resistance and gravity.”
Hours later I sat down for rest, flipping through the T.V channels. Nothing I wanted to watch was on, so I fell asleep. I woke up in the same cry. Still I couldn't remember what was so dreadful, so I sat there to petrified to …show more content…
My sister had to train me. This was painful, I didn’t know how to work my powers. One exercise was a trust fall. This sounds totally easy right, well no. My sister climbed up a latter; then fell backwards. I had to catch her with my telecanisis. I also had to do super exercises which are like normal excercises exept they work twice as fast which means they are twice as painful.
I started to cry my second day. “ What’s wrong” my sister asked. “ It’s too much” I replied “ Why didn’t you just tell me how you were feeling?” she asked “Why didn’t you tell me I was te only person who could save the world before my parents could train me.” I broke “ That was their decision Emily” she explained “ Well guess what Kristi Their gone; dea. I’m constatlly sad, but I can’t be because you told me it would make this even harder.” I ran to my room before she could give me a big speech about how she was upset too, and that that’s not what she meant so on, so on.
A few months later my sister and I got an alert. I was time for my first save. Someone was people into the woods, but nobody knew why. My job was to get the victims back to safty, and put the criminal into a barrier until the police can get