2007

Wasted Time The room is clear and bright from the sun 's light. I can feel the warmth on my face and smell apples. Things are going slow like i 'm slowing things down. I can see my mother cutting an apple and dancing around. Her smile illuminates from her face. I giggle and take her hands, she spins me around the room. Were going so fast I can see her chestnut hair flow in the wind. Shes so beautiful. we fall on the floor and laugh and laugh and laugh. She whispers something in my ear. “I 'm so…

Dearest Zayn; I wanted you to know that everything you 've done for me--I couldn 't be more grateful. I don 't know if I could ever repay you, but writing this letter to you sure makes me feel a lot better because I took so much from you. I feel at home and I feel like I belong. I 'm surrounded by culture and I 'm surrounded by family, which is all I ever wanted. I wanted to thank you for allowing me to have this opportunity, and I still think about you everyday. You 're the reason I 'm here.…

My sister ran away on my 11th birthday. Of course, last week, this is what I would 've described was the best present in the world. She was loud and condescending and a pain in the ass; she inhibited the worst stereotypical parts of an older sister. But when I woke up to an empty house with no sign of streamers or balloons or the chatter of people expecting me to come downstairs, I felt a sudden still terror. Something was wrong and everyone knew it hours before I had even regained full…

When I was in third grade my grandfather was diagnosed with stage four carcinoid cancer. Stage four essentially means that it has reached the body 's lymph nodes and thus it can infect nearly any part of the body. While this diagnosis was bad, it never hit me how bad it was until sophomore year when he appeared to have suffered from a stroke. We got lucky however and it was Bell 's Palsy, and while that was definitely better than a stroke it was still worrisome, this was the first time I…

The Boy with the Newspaper It was the first day of highschool... I was awake and ready to make new friends, meet new people, and most of all, get out of this house. I slipped into my beautiful blue dress that I had worn every year since I was little to my first day of school, most obviously I mended it and changed it up so it would still fit me every year. I was proud of my dress, it had once shone bright one but has now faded like my childhood as I refuse to let go. I slipped out of my room…

In my old age I have found nothing better to do than write about my life. I have found that in old age you remember things, such as your first love. This story is particularly about that. 1996 The school bell rang loudly, bringing me back to the real world. My nose was stuck in a book and I tried to start reading again. "Hmm...look at her. Nerd." Someone grunted. I looked up and saw Jacob Stewart and his "henchmen" Joey Bradshaw and Carl Timms. They bullied me since preschool. I scowled and…

Before I lived with my dad, we didn’t get along at all. We were complete opposites and just never had anything to talk about. I remember being younger and having tons to talk about, but everything just changed out of no where. I couldn’t go to him with everything anymore. I couldn’t even go to my own mother. He cared for us the best he could, despite us not living with him, and he tried to keep us happy. He knew our mom wasn’t a good mom. He knew I picked up the slack. What he didn’t know was…

As a kid, I suffered more than my fair share of pain. I can’t sugar coat the fact that it happened and what happened was awful for me and my family. I am not saying that I haven’t ever dealt with loss and pain since then. I have had my fair share of it, believe me. Pain and loss are more than acquaintances to me. But we certainly are not best friends. One particular event occurred when I was seven. I am not going into detail. It’s not just my story and opening old wounds, letting them bleed…

My hands were red in the cold. It seeped over from my fingertips to my palms and then to the back of my hands. The brown color became near nonexistent. I needed to get out of the cold and home before dark. My steps were tentative. Much like a baby deer taking its first steps, I skidded across the ice and snow. Tentative movements would make me slower, but ultimately safe. I just needed to get home by seven and I would be safe. I wouldn 't say I was superstitious, but nana 's old tales of the…

Her eyes were beautiful shades of mahogany, yet when she opened her mouth I saw the reason everyone wanted her soul so badly, “Why me, I have such a fabulous life, and I can 't give that up she said,” Hopefully she can change her venomous greed and envy with my help, because if not LLEH World will hold her soul. I remember seeing her once in my past too, on my travels through the northern cities of massachusetts before I died and became the reaper, she was six at the time galloping through…