How Love Affects Us
“You’ve been elected to represent the track team this year.” uttered Kelsey.
“What? You’re not running this year?”
Audrey, a 17 year old girl who loves running, got on the track team this year. How did she get on the track team? People say she cheated, she did “dirty” things, but most of all they said she got lucky.
Audrey was not lucky.
In her entire life, she has always had borderline grades. From C or D or F, she pulls out a victory always. Like running, she never did stop until she crossed the finish line, but once she did cross the line, things always seem to fall apart. Her father, like birds, flew far away from her life.
Always arguing and fighting and running and most of all crying, Audrey’s mother kicked her own father out of the house.
Audrey at the age of 12 asked her mother, “Was it my fault?”
“No Audrey, it’s not your fault” mother said faintly. Two years passed, and her mother chained to the floor, sat there in silence in her spongy monitored room. On a night filled with a bloody red moon and the shrieks of a man, Audrey’s father lay dead in his one bedroom apartment with his warm blood underneath him. Audrey’s Mother, swaying away from the scene, while shouting to the world, “It’s his fault, not mine!” Audrey left without a mother or father to love or to grow or to be with, she ran away to her grandma, Daisy. Unlike her other relatives, Daisy always loved Audrey. She loves her pink-raspberry smell, her big-white smile, her outgoing attitude, and her willingness to do anything. On a pale bleak day where the sun blocked from it’s guards, Daisy taught Audrey what it means to love and how to give it back, “Grandma, do you love me?” perked up Audrey. “Of course dear, why would you ask?” “What does it mean to be loved?” questioned Audrey. She hesitated. “To be loved means…their is someone who wants you and tells you its okay and chases after you and supports you and most of all…” “Give you hugs!” she hugged Audrey as if she was a pillow. Audrey smiled. “Do you love me, Audrey?” “Of course I do!” she hugged her Grandma as hard as she could. “But, how do I give it back?” Daisy hesitated. “Hug them like you did with me, and you can also give them a kiss.” “A kiss?” puzzled Audrey. “Yes, a kiss, where your lips caress their face and eyes locked focusing only on the other person and …” “Was your first kiss like this with Grandpa?” astonished Audrey. “Your Grandpa? Ha, he was a terrible kisser, until I taught him a few tricks.” laughed Audrey’s grandmother. Audrey sitting in bewilderment, wondered, who she was going to kiss first and whether hes a good kisser or not. That was three years ago. Audrey never found love or kissed anyone except for her Grandma. Also Audrey realized, her Father and Mother never kissed in front of her or gave hugs to each other neither giving any attention to her. Was it her fault all along for her own Mother to …show more content…
Breathing in heavily, “Because…I love standing up for people more than my games.” Teach pulled Arthur away, in spite of me wanting to talk to him more. Lining up to the line for the cheering of the crowd for the band playing instruments for my cheering for Kelsey’s defeat, Arthur was ready. The coach raised his pistol while I was walking away. One. He shot the pistol. Two. The band played loudly. Three. Screams casted out the instruments. Four. Cameras flashed bright lights. Five. I was long gone.
I never knew who won that race, but I understand what everyone was trying to teach me. Love is what makes us run. The more love we have for some thing , the more we endeavor to keep it close. Daisy who loved me always kept me close to her, Arthur who loved standing up for people kept those who were bullied nearby, while Teach loved seeing students doing their best, pushing them to their maximum
“You’ve been elected to represent the track team this year.” uttered Kelsey.
“What? You’re not running this year?”
Audrey, a 17 year old girl who loves running, got on the track team this year. How did she get on the track team? People say she cheated, she did “dirty” things, but most of all they said she got lucky.
Audrey was not lucky.
In her entire life, she has always had borderline grades. From C or D or F, she pulls out a victory always. Like running, she never did stop until she crossed the finish line, but once she did cross the line, things always seem to fall apart. Her father, like birds, flew far away from her life.
Always arguing and fighting and running and most of all crying, Audrey’s mother kicked her own father out of the house.
Audrey at the age of 12 asked her mother, “Was it my fault?”
“No Audrey, it’s not your fault” mother said faintly. Two years passed, and her mother chained to the floor, sat there in silence in her spongy monitored room. On a night filled with a bloody red moon and the shrieks of a man, Audrey’s father lay dead in his one bedroom apartment with his warm blood underneath him. Audrey’s Mother, swaying away from the scene, while shouting to the world, “It’s his fault, not mine!” Audrey left without a mother or father to love or to grow or to be with, she ran away to her grandma, Daisy. Unlike her other relatives, Daisy always loved Audrey. She loves her pink-raspberry smell, her big-white smile, her outgoing attitude, and her willingness to do anything. On a pale bleak day where the sun blocked from it’s guards, Daisy taught Audrey what it means to love and how to give it back, “Grandma, do you love me?” perked up Audrey. “Of course dear, why would you ask?” “What does it mean to be loved?” questioned Audrey. She hesitated. “To be loved means…their is someone who wants you and tells you its okay and chases after you and supports you and most of all…” “Give you hugs!” she hugged Audrey as if she was a pillow. Audrey smiled. “Do you love me, Audrey?” “Of course I do!” she hugged her Grandma as hard as she could. “But, how do I give it back?” Daisy hesitated. “Hug them like you did with me, and you can also give them a kiss.” “A kiss?” puzzled Audrey. “Yes, a kiss, where your lips caress their face and eyes locked focusing only on the other person and …” “Was your first kiss like this with Grandpa?” astonished Audrey. “Your Grandpa? Ha, he was a terrible kisser, until I taught him a few tricks.” laughed Audrey’s grandmother. Audrey sitting in bewilderment, wondered, who she was going to kiss first and whether hes a good kisser or not. That was three years ago. Audrey never found love or kissed anyone except for her Grandma. Also Audrey realized, her Father and Mother never kissed in front of her or gave hugs to each other neither giving any attention to her. Was it her fault all along for her own Mother to …show more content…
Breathing in heavily, “Because…I love standing up for people more than my games.” Teach pulled Arthur away, in spite of me wanting to talk to him more. Lining up to the line for the cheering of the crowd for the band playing instruments for my cheering for Kelsey’s defeat, Arthur was ready. The coach raised his pistol while I was walking away. One. He shot the pistol. Two. The band played loudly. Three. Screams casted out the instruments. Four. Cameras flashed bright lights. Five. I was long gone.
I never knew who won that race, but I understand what everyone was trying to teach me. Love is what makes us run. The more love we have for some thing , the more we endeavor to keep it close. Daisy who loved me always kept me close to her, Arthur who loved standing up for people kept those who were bullied nearby, while Teach loved seeing students doing their best, pushing them to their maximum