Clock face

The roaring of the loud crowd surrounds me like an ambush of tigers sucking out my inner anxiousness to paint an impeccable picture of itself on my face. I feel the adrenaline rushing in my blood and crawling creepily at the speed of light to the blood vessels in my face. My temperature rises as if my cheeks were slowly absorbing the heat from a hot stove. I support the weight of high expectations on my shoulder from myself and my family. I get onto my starting block and after every second…

was producing. “You feeling better son?” my dad asks me with a worried voice. “Yes i am, its only as if all my problems had gone away , like my mind was cured of it’s fear and confusions,” i say with such a joy and happiness is portrayed through my face expressions. “There is good and bad times, it’s the cycle of life but when you learn to accept them life will be easier.” “I see that know i feel like i can no longer suffer, i feel grateful for all that i have in life, im not sure what this is…

“So are we going to do this or what?” I asked mustering up all the confidence I had left when out of nowhere I am punched from the side. Jordan had broken away from the pack and punched me right in the side of my face, and that is when it all turned. I filled with anger from everything that they have done to me since the beginning of freshman year, it had all built up to this moment just to explode like a volcano. I saw red and was throwing punches like my life…

My mother is not an exceptionally beautiful woman. She would not be remembered as a modern-day Helen of Troy, whose face launched a thousand ships, or a sumptuous vixen like Marilyn Monroe. She is a woman who seamlessly blends into a crowd, with a face people could confuse with another; maybe a friend's mom, a distant relative or the owner of a bakery down the street. She has the face of a million women and none of them are exceptionally special; none of them exceptionally beautiful. My mother…

“BEEP BEEP BEEP,” blared my alarm clock for the fifth time in 30 minutes. Initially, the morning began as any dreary December day would: cold, bleak, and lonely. Until now, I had spent a majority of my first high school semester tirelessly optimizing the basic act of waking up. How late could I awaken and casually stroll into class by the 8:00 bell? Indeed, I got a concrete answer: 7:34. As that final alarm sent me scampering into the shower, I noticed my glasses remained on. “No problem,” I…

It’s early, you’re tired, you don’t want to get out of bed for any reason. You know you don’t have anything until 10 so why not sleep? Within a couple of minutes you work up the courage to get up stumble into the bathroom and put your contacts in without taking too long, the day is about to begin. You make your way downstairs, grab a nutrigrain bar and slowly make your way to the garage. Little bits of light start to seep in when you open the garage and a gush of frigid morning air comes in…

Mark is sleeping soundly on a Monday morning. His bedroom is completely dark, without the slightest presence of light. As the time approaches six-thirty, Mark’s alarm clock chimes. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” “Lucy.” Mark says sleepily as he wakes up. “Open the blinds.” Digital blinds dissolve into the bedroom windows, and the room is flooded with the first light of the morning sunrise. Mark’s room is now illuminated and fully visible. After lifting himself out of bed, Mark makes his way to the bathroom…

me to school at 7 am. The night before i did my homework, packed my backpack, and set my alarm to 6am. I ended up staying up until 11 o’clock watching Netflix. The next morning i remember waking up at 6 am holding my phone and turning off my alarm clock then, telling myself 5 more minutes. The next thing i know, i hear my doorbell ring and my mom saying “Oh my gosh! shes still sleeping!!!” “What time is it?” i asked. I rush out of bed and run my around house trying to get my stuff together and…

The Shot Felt Around The World BEEP BEEP BEEP! My alarm clock stroke 7 A.M. I hit the snooze button just like I always do. UGGGHHHH I screech as I crawl out of bed. I walk to the living room and turn on the news. I walked to the kitchen to brew my daily coffee. As i’m making my coffee, I hear the reporter say, “Currently I am at Dealey Plaza and the weather is beautiful. We’ve just gotten that word that the POTUS will be attending the parade in an open motorcade.” I heard this and my mind felt…

“BEEP BEEP BEEP”. I raise my hand to shut off the annoyingly loud alarm clock. A few moments go by and I immediately jolt out of bed, almost tripping over my own two feet. July 25th, the day I get to head down to Texas for a month. As I head down my steps I can hear my dad and my Tio talking. I also can smell the eggs, bacon, lengua, and the refried beans being made for breakfast. After brushing my teeth, I grab a plate and pile on the food. As soon as I’m done eating I rush back upstairs to my…