I remember the fear in my brother’s eyes. I remember every thought that ran through my head at that exact moment. I remember it all. The moment I looked up from my cell phone and realized we were heading straight into another car at full speed. In that moment, I thought I’d never see my brother, my family, friends, or anyone ever again. The moment I realized our vehicle was approaching the rear end of another car, I shut my eyes tightly and prayed it was just a dream. I hoped I would wake any second
I was talking to myself. Talking! Talking! Talking! Talking that set into panic. Panicking to the point that I had forced myself to attempt standing still in my narrow apartment hallway to allow my tears to ever-so-dramatically drip across my now confused expression. I was confused to where shaking was the only message my brain could transmit. My hands picking my scalp out of nervousness, scratching my head and neck as if I had been infected with a parasite, I could not stop scratching. Gargantuan
I was fuming. My body was alight with a hundred flames, each feeding off my anger. I was sure they could have heard me across the world. Hell! The dead could probably have heard my shouting! But none of that mattered, because it was just me and Jeremiel in that moment. “You know, it’s okay though,” my voice softened to just a whisper. My hand released his chin to run my fingers through his greasy, blond locks. “It’s okay. I know, I’m broken. I’ll accept it. Step six out of seven of the grieving
My heart was beating rapidly, my breathing was uncontrollable and I began to run cold water down my hands in the sink of the Chapel. I absolutely cannot believe that this is happening to me right now on the greatest day of my entire life. I have waited for this once-in-a-lifetime moment ever since I was twelve years old and I met the love of my life, Jada Lee. Today is the day that I am publicly going to announce my great love for her and I am horrified that I am going to mess up and ruin our wedding
The whole predicament was unknown; something unexplainable, still to this day. My name is Olivia. I am sixteen and currently serving a fifteen year imprisonment. The ironic thing is, I don’t remember how, why, or what I did. Just that I have the distressing scar through my stomach to prove something happened that night. The even more ironic thing is, it wasn’t I who did it, it was her. I lead a normal teenage life, just six months ago; at least, as normal as teenage life can ever be. I went to school
“The fix really was quite easy,” he said, “You just had to snap off the front end, snap the ruler, stick part of the ruler underneath the front end and glue it all back together.” “Oh,” Chelsea and I said. And Mr. Wolfe told us to not panic, that we’d always done well and we know our team is very good. As soon as Mr. Wolfe had left with the machine and the car, I collapsed into my mom’s arms, sobbing, as we made our way to the exit. We had sealed the deal. Our team was doomed thanks to us. We had
I sunk deeper into my covers as if it was possible to disappear from existence. Instantly wet covers meet my cheek and the familiar smell of home comes to me. I don’t remember how long I’ve been crying, my heart feels like an anchor was weighing it down. The words that keeps replaying in my head was I’m alone. I’m not good enough for him. He’s going to find someone better. I wish this is just a dream and things can go back to the way it was. But I knew I had to go to school. I had to stay strong
With clammy hands and a racing heart, I numbly walk to my car in the parking lot. I’ve just left my regular doctor’s office with possibly the worst news I could have eve received. The doctor’s words just keep rattling around in my brain as I attempt to control my emotions and not break down in the middle of the parking lot. Quickly climbing into the seat of my vehicle and closing the door, the flood gates finally open. The tears keep coming, and I can’t make them stop. Turning into a parking space
I never thought I’d be here, didn’t know this was allowed honestly. The last time I was in this old church was a week ago...doesn’t seem that long to me but for everyone else I can only imagine how long it’s been. 7 little days in scheme of things doesn’t seem that important. 72 hours even more so, it passes in the blink of an eye for most...but for me those 72 hours felt like they would never end. I didn’t even know how long I was there at first, it was so dark...I can hear the piano being played
The “ultimatum” It was a day like every other, just another day at work. Or at least at the time that’s what I thought. Soon however, this day would go down is one of the worst days of my life. Devastation, sadness, pain, betrayal, anger swam through my veins and filled my entire body this day. It was a warm day in August, the cool air washing over my body as I enter the building the bell ringing as I enter the building to SA. I wave to the cashier I forget her name now, but she had kind eyes
The Semiotics of Covers I'm going to buy a book today - but not a school book, a real book - a bestseller. I walk past the harmonica man standing outside of the Brown Office Building, clamping my ears shut against the discordant melodies he's spewing out at me. I enter the Brown Bookstore - my Mecca, my Graceland. I strut past the tables near the door and walk toward the bestseller wall, my being allthewhile bombarded by hardcovers seeking my wandering eyes. Howard Stern in drag screams out
Someone Worth Missing It is said that when someone experiences a tremendous trauma , the memories are seared into the mind with astonishing detail . I recall sitting on the couch one day , a couch that is burned into my memory . As I lay on my stomach , the soft puffy cushions gently pressed against my cheek . My fingers danced (4)across its velvety , brown material . There was a dizzying array of brightly colored embroidered , orange flowers . I ran my fingers gently along them , examining all
I knew Rene was a special when I met him. It has always been his nature to be thoughtful and caring. Even when he is not provided the same consideration. He has always concerned with the wellbeing of my daughters, Audrey17, and Courtney14. This became evident as we began planning our wedding and even more on our wedding day. When my husband Rene, asked me to marry him, there was no question in my mind what the answer should be. Before he popped the question, he quietly pulled my daughters
“I don’t know if I can do this.” I said, the heat of my tears leaving behind a dirty path of makeup down the sides of my face. “I can’t see him like that, I -- I can’t go in there.” Through the oceans of tears I had been floating in within the last twenty four hours, I had not yet sunk. I had not yet accepted that this was my new reality; that he was really and truly gone. I could no longer tell myself that this was not real. From this truth I grew wisdom. I finally understood that every person
The book Michael Vey: Hunt For Jade Dragon by Richard Paul Evans is about a group of teengers the call themselves The Electroclan. Most of the teens in that group have special powers from a machine that was in use in the hospital that they were all born at. Other teens in the group are friends of members of The Electroclan. A girl named Jade Dragon figured out how to make more electric children, so Hatch wants to hunt her down. The Electroclan’s mission is to rescue Jade Dragon so Hatch doesn’t make
As I stood at her bedside, my mind flashed back to how it happened. Before, I never thought a phone call could change someone’s life. I found out a few months ago, on a late sunday night. I remember her saying she had it. When I asked what she had, her voice grew silent and she whispered one word. Lauren had cancer. I had trouble focusing at school the next day. All I could think about was that my best friend might die. For as long as I could remember, it had always been Lauren and Hannah
One minute I am sitting at the dinner table, smiling and laughing in the company of my friends. Then there is a sudden change of thought and out of nowhere I find myself headed upstairs in a panic. I know this feeling all too well by now and I know it is a feeling I have no control over. I try to calm myself down with deep breathes, but I cannot help the tears that starts inevitably streaming down my face. In an effort to hide my emotions I lock myself in the bathroom stall and slide down to the
Laying on my comfortable bed under my warm covers with a chapter book in front of my face, I turned to the last page. “It was a suc-cess-ful successful day,” read the final line in the book. My heart racing and eyes growing wide, I began to ponder. Had I actually read a chapter book by myself? I sprang out of my bed and ran to inform my mom. “Mommy, I just finished reading a chapter book all by myself!” I asserted with a wide smile engraved on my face. “I’m so proud of you!” my mother responded.
It was April 22rd 2014, and it started out like any other day. I had just hopped into bed with my mother like I usually did after I woke up on school days, only to find her solemn and hear her say, “Debbie, Ethan was shot last night and was found dead at the scene”. I remember laying in bed and letting those words sink in- trying to fully grasp how this would alter my life and community. The words that my mother spoke quickly shook my world up like a snowglobe and it took a while to settle back down
Today’s a special day. The number 4 comes to my head. I can still feel his hands wrapped around my neck. The sharp pain that was felt could not be forgotten. I still have the scar lining up in my neck. Who knew that dying could be so calm. The darkness grew little by little. The firing feel I felt when the sharp blade cut through my neck. I felt my eyes start to shut and his face was the last thing I ever saw. Who knew that my life would come to an end like this. I never saw it coming. This all happened