I Know What You Did Last Summer

“Never forget yesterday, but always live for today, because you never know what tomorrow can bring, or what it can take away.” -Unknown It was a hot and humid summer night this past summer. Just two weeks before I started my first year of college, and was simply enjoying the last few days with my friends before we went separate ways because of college. Unfortunately, tragedy decided to make an appearance and ruin the rest of summer for myself and others. The news came to us on August 15, 2016…

It was almost summer vacation at Roanoke High School. You could hear it through the hallways. All the chit chat, the excited squeaks, the groans for the day to be over. The sun was shining brightly onto the overwhelmed students who were filled with anticipation; longing for that sweet chime of a bell, announcing to them that they were free. Free of the anxiety, free of the drama, free of the constant work. They were almost free. They could do whatever they pleased. This staggering anticipation…

dwindling as the last words of “Leaving on a Jet Plane” were sang. Although it wasn’t the most mellifluous sound, the lyrics were still rhapsodic, completely filled with passion. I leaned towards one of my many beloved roommates from the past two weeks at camp, checking her features to see if she was crying as I was. Unsurprisingly, her tear-stained cheeks were glistening from the minimal sunlight still grasping onto the far end of Burt Lake that algid Friday evening. It was later in the summer,…

getting bullied at everyone of them for my “gift”. Yes I do realise I 'm “different” some may call me a freak. But little did I know all of that was about to change. This is my story, the story of an average 14 year old girl. Basically it all started about five years ago in a strange town called Vail. I was about nine, I had been dabbling in an art called Wicca. I was such a foolish child, I didn’t know when to stop. I was talking to my mother Summer Rose (of course she is deceased now). Killed…

with the four I’s has been this, I know how to keep my goals in focus and purse them no matter what curve ball is thrown at me. Throughout the challenges while growing up, I never missed a beat academically or personally. Last summer, I lost my best friend on the first day of summer school, the day Physic 's I began. I did not drop the class, I finished Physic 's I and II last summer with a 4.0. There was a hole in my heart and unbearable sadness each day, but I was successful because the…

I was first introduced to Slaughterhouse 5 by Kurt Vonnegut end of my freshman year of high school. It was the summer reading that was required by the second year honors english class. I like most students blew it off for most of the summer until the final weeks. At the beginning it was rather a hard read because of how it always jumped around but towards the end it was became a lot easier to read and to understand. I felt the exact same about this while watching the movie. For the first half…

never get better. I have thought about just giving up on life when things are bad, but as I have learned over the years that bad situations come with good. You just have to wait. It may take a while for life to get great, but you have to trust it. Here’s why. September 2011, I’m so excited yet so nervous for my first day of High School today. Every type of emotion is running through me, but what helps a little was that I was entering High school with a bunch of good friends, or so I thought.…

ridden for the lesson. “What are you still doing here?” Whitney asked. “This lesson today in going to the last for awhile,” Naomi said with a sad look in her eyes. “Are you going on vacation? Are you taking a break from equestrian?” “My mom is not going to pay for my lessons anymore. She said that they are a waste of time,” Naomi said with tears in her eyes. “Anyway, I was wondering if there was a to get a discount on lessons.” “Well, it’s almost summer vacation. I think the equestrian…

Kalina. This is the last long apology I’ll ever write you. Kalina, since the day we met I knew we had something special, but I didn’t know what that something was. No one had ever wanted anything special with me. No one had ever wanted anything with me, period. I had never really had any friends, definitely never more than one good friend. Starting in middle school, my parents were going through a tough time (not in their relationship just like, with other parts of life) and I didn’t like…

mission trips where you work, they all bring memories that one can hold dearly. One of the best parts of a mission trip are the people you meet there and the relationships you build. For the last five summers, I have participated in a mission trip called World Changers. This is a trip where young teenagers take a week off their summer to come and help others in work they are unable to do around their house. The week of World Changers has been one of the best weeks of all my summers. The memories…