Cranberry juice & Cinnamon rolls
Cranberry juice is just juice. Cinnamon rolls are just a delicious breakfast food, to some people. For me, it’s a walk up the stairs, smelling the icing melt inside the oven,wearing strawberry shortcake pajamas, and listening to Roger Rabbit playing in the distance. Walking upstairs with my small feet stomping on the cold hardwood floors. Watching my grandma take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and putting them in a baby blue plate, she puts them on the center of the table.
“Good morning sweetie”
“Hi grandma” I said in my high pitched sleepy voice.
“We bought cranberry juice , for you guys this weekend. Do you want some for breakfast?”
“Yes please” I said as I sat down …show more content…
They want me to be the first daughter to go to a four year college. So that's what I've been working for but it hasn't been easy, an 8th grader shouldn't have to be stressed about college they should enjoy their middle school years. My grandma was the best at supporting me with everything that I do, she would help me with my homework everyday after the school at the old library. After I lost her I never really knew how to handle all the homework and the pressure I was getting from my parents. She was the rock that held me down and kept me stable but at the same time she relived all the pressure.
It was September 5th, 2011, I was 11 years old, I was cleaning the house because my older sister was flying out for a week. I didn't think anything of it when they told me she was coming out. She normally comes out on holidays.
I started cleaning and listening to music, until the music stopped. I went down stairs to see my oldest sister Megan's face and my brother in law …show more content…
I had no thoughts in my head. I was empty.
One tear ran down my cheek. That's all it took for my heart and soul to be completely broken and empty
I finally got up and walked around,looking at pictures of her and the both of us together. Still not another tear. All the memories rolled through my head like a movie. Still not another tear. She was my best friend. I never knew I had a best friend I have always wanted one, little did I know I had one since the day I was born. I just didn't know it, but it was too late, she was already gone. i was named after my grandma her names was Jane and my middle name is Jane. I'm the only one in my family that has red hair and I got it from my grandma. At first I hated it, people bullied me because of it but after she died I learned to accept who I am and appreciate it because this is me I believe that my hair shows who I am today because when kids bullied me in school hey thought be to be stronger than them and I have to learn to be above them. When they bullied me they just showed their own insecurities. They put me down to make themselves feel better and forget how they felt about
Cranberry juice is just juice. Cinnamon rolls are just a delicious breakfast food, to some people. For me, it’s a walk up the stairs, smelling the icing melt inside the oven,wearing strawberry shortcake pajamas, and listening to Roger Rabbit playing in the distance. Walking upstairs with my small feet stomping on the cold hardwood floors. Watching my grandma take the cinnamon rolls out of the oven and putting them in a baby blue plate, she puts them on the center of the table.
“Good morning sweetie”
“Hi grandma” I said in my high pitched sleepy voice.
“We bought cranberry juice , for you guys this weekend. Do you want some for breakfast?”
“Yes please” I said as I sat down …show more content…
They want me to be the first daughter to go to a four year college. So that's what I've been working for but it hasn't been easy, an 8th grader shouldn't have to be stressed about college they should enjoy their middle school years. My grandma was the best at supporting me with everything that I do, she would help me with my homework everyday after the school at the old library. After I lost her I never really knew how to handle all the homework and the pressure I was getting from my parents. She was the rock that held me down and kept me stable but at the same time she relived all the pressure.
It was September 5th, 2011, I was 11 years old, I was cleaning the house because my older sister was flying out for a week. I didn't think anything of it when they told me she was coming out. She normally comes out on holidays.
I started cleaning and listening to music, until the music stopped. I went down stairs to see my oldest sister Megan's face and my brother in law …show more content…
I had no thoughts in my head. I was empty.
One tear ran down my cheek. That's all it took for my heart and soul to be completely broken and empty
I finally got up and walked around,looking at pictures of her and the both of us together. Still not another tear. All the memories rolled through my head like a movie. Still not another tear. She was my best friend. I never knew I had a best friend I have always wanted one, little did I know I had one since the day I was born. I just didn't know it, but it was too late, she was already gone. i was named after my grandma her names was Jane and my middle name is Jane. I'm the only one in my family that has red hair and I got it from my grandma. At first I hated it, people bullied me because of it but after she died I learned to accept who I am and appreciate it because this is me I believe that my hair shows who I am today because when kids bullied me in school hey thought be to be stronger than them and I have to learn to be above them. When they bullied me they just showed their own insecurities. They put me down to make themselves feel better and forget how they felt about