Moving Again Have you ever moved schools? Have you lost friends? Well it really stinks. Moving schools have affected me for lots of reasons, but I am getting better.…
The crisp breeze rustled my hair as I walked out of my house on the fall September day with my dad drilling instructions into my head. It was my first Little League baseball game ever, and my dad wanted to make sure it wasn’t my last. Being seven years old and never touching a baseball was something that had scared me; a lot. I had no idea what to think about this foreign, petrifying, game could possibly be about. The car ride from my house was only a few minutes away from the fields where I would begin my baseball career.…
Okay, that was really weird and I don't understand anything. We were waiting to talk to you, my mother wanted to apologize for having moved away, she was not feeling well, it was too hot in the middle of all those people. We were talking about calling you into a cafe when we turned you were leaving the room with a couple. As I said understand anything.…
I was 13 years old, just starting off high school, when I realized what this dark cloud that’s been floating over me for the past couple of months really is. It wouldn’t be until more than a year later until I seek out professional help. It started off innocently enough as just a feeling of constant emptiness at the pit of my stomach. It slowly turned into randoms bouts of extreme rage, where I’d take out my anger physically, not just on the walls and mirrors of my childhood home and not just on my family, but on myself. I couldn’t understand why I felt this way, why I wasn’t “normal”.…
Throughout my life, I have been the victim of several burglaries. At the age of seven, someone, in broad daylight, broke into our house and shot my dad in the chin. I was displaced to my aunt's house for weeks and missed most of my 1st grade year. When I was seventeen, I walked in on my home being robbed by some local kids. They were upstairs when I came into the house and escaped through a window, but the idea that I could have come home earlier still haunts me.…
Kevin was starting to get angry because his father was not listening to him. Kevin said " If you do this then this will help out Cromwell." Howie said "But can’t you just train him in the back yard." "Yes but this program will make him more active than he is. This will really help him dad."…
“Deeper Into my Life” Individuals are unique in their own ways and one of mine happens to be my name, Darrnyejah Bolds. Everywhere I go people have a hard time pronouncing it. Many people have given up and just refer to me as “Ms. Bolds,” but also I have two nicknames “Nye”, and “Nyejah,” which is mostly used by family and friends. Over the years, I have adjusted to my nicknames and became very comfortable with them. I entered this world on February 27, 1997 with the zodiac sign of Pisces.…
I feel someone shake my shoulder gently. "Nooooo. " I groan, curling up more into Hermann's parka. My head pounding and my throat scratchy. "Newton, please let me take your temperature," I hear Hermann request calmly from above me, "I've been nice enough to not make you move, you really need proper rest."…
There was a scream in a distance. I didn’t know who did it, though. Mom dropped the clothes she folded and the phone. Suddenly, a man came from around the corner. I wouldn’t be scared of him.…
I created a budget for a household of four people with two adults who are married that have two kids who are nine and eleven. The adults names are Mr. and Mrs. House. They have two girls, the nine-year-old girl’s name is Monica and the older eleven-year-old girl’s name is Natasha. The family makes an income of $25,233.60 a year and lives in an apartment in Davidson, Tennessee. The apartment is called Dover Glen Village and the monthly rent there is $780.…
Geology class sucks. Nothing more than listening to my annoying, 55 year old teacher, Ms. Zacks, lecturing about her non existent relationship status, that we all know is 95% made up. "Brexley! Are you listening to me? " I jump at the sound of the little crackle in her voice that was caused from having way one to many smokes throughout her lifetime.…
I am lying down on deck, tanning under the bright, beaming sun. My dad steers the boat, we are isolated with no one in sight. We float calmly, its as peaceful as a butter fly. My father calls out too me with his rugged voice "Tiarne, can you grab me my water bottle please?" I sit up and ignore him as I look out too the infinite stretch of sea.…
"Well, it's time for Katie's nap time, and it looks like she's not hungry anymore. I'll be dropping her off next Tuesday for the day, your mom knows?" Lauren's grandma bends down and lifts the little girl by her armpits into her arms. I haven't broken eye contact with Katie since, and she is still smiling shyly. Or maybe not shyly, some kids are different and all kids are weird.…
“That’s the diner Grandpa remembered.” Pulling into the parking lot, Ruth parked and noticed an empty building across the street. “That was the auto parts store where Grandpa worked,” she said entering the empty diner. The bells hanging on the doorknob, made a noise when Ruth entered the diner to alert the waitress.…
It all started around five am, we all started to pile up into the jeep. While everyone stumbled around like drunken zombies, I was wide awake and pumped up. I grabbed my blanket, my pillow, and my snacks and hopped in. Our first stop was up at Casey’s for drinks, so that we could begin our four hour long journey to the camp grounds. Jess turned up the radio, I stared out the window and listened to the music for the first 30 minutes of the ride.…