Chapter One It was the night of the championship football game,everyone gathered around nervously as we wait for the game to begin.I gathered around with the other cheerleaders to discuss what the plans were.We talked about what stunts and cheers we were going to do.Although I just couldn’t focus on the cheerleading when I had my boyfriend out there on the field.I had a bad feeling about this day,of course coming from my family any day was bound to be bad.It was like my family was cursed or something for failure.My family supposedly comes from a bunch of cursed gypsies,my mother when she was around my age messed with some sort of magic piece and got the family cursed.Do I believe that;no not really but what is a five year old supposed to say to her mother? …show more content…
As I squeal from the shock he twirls me around and kisses my cheek,”Game day! The day everyone has been waiting for!” I smile gently as he slowly lowers me to the ground,putting my hands on my hips pom poms ruffling around.”Now now Nathan we must not get ahead of ourselves,the opposing team could still win….Maybe I should start cheering for them instead.” I tease.
He rolls his eyes and gives me one last kiss on the cheek before running out onto the field.”How long?” I hear a voice come from behind me,I turn around curiously as I didn’t know who the voice belonged to.As I turned I saw a girl standing there in what looked like to be an entire expensive outfit that I could pay my rent with.She takes her chanel sunglasses and pushes them up,where the hell did she come from? Around here in our small town rich people didn’t even bother twice looking at us.Let alone have the guts to move
BEEP! BEEP! The alarm went off at 4:30 in the morning. Ana could barley open her eyes, she was up all night over thinking about the competition. It was spring break and she was all ready settled on waking up in the afternoon everyday. She knew she had to get up right away, she was not going to have enough time to get all of her make-up done. She got up right away and headed to the kitchen to get a glass of water, thinking that would make her wake up a little.
“It looks like we have great tickets to the game today,” my dad said as he opened up the tickets to the Illinois vs. Arizona State football game. We were going to be taking a three-hour drive to Champaign-Urbana, Illinois to go watch the game. I was super excited. I love Illinois’s campus. We were going to be going with our family friends Joe and Justin, and there father. Joe and Justin were both looking into colleges to go to. They were at our house with us when we looked at the tickets, we were about to go to the game. “Wow,” Joe said as he looked at the tickets “this should be a great game if Illinois could pull off the win!” “Yah,” Justin replied super excited for what the day might be bringing him. We all piled into the car. My dad started the car and started driving. I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen today. I had been a big Illinois fan ever since I could talk. We all started telling each other funny stories of different embarrassing things that had happened to us. We all started laughing when all of a sudden my dad interrupted me telling everyone one of my stories, ...
Stories are a big part of the human race. From conceptualizing the birth of our race to nagging our parents to tell bedtime stories, our life is nothing but a series of stories. It is in human nature to narrate significant incidents of our lives to others. Storytelling as a method has been progressively used by various companies as a tool to connect with their employees and customers. It helps to build a bridge of loyalty, longevity, mutual trust and understanding and connection. Storytelling helps to get that instant personal connect. Stories are significant because they are inherent to human experience. By stories we pass on our accumulated wisdom, beliefs and values to the future generations.
I am awoken to the sound of tree branches hitting the window and a faint ringing in the distance. I slowly get out of bed worried about what is happening beyond my door. I grab my flashlight and quickly head downstairs. I immediately run into the kitchen yelling for someone, but no one answers. I frantically look outside and see the trees swaying and the night sky turning into swirling clusters of clouds. I quickly run into my younger brother’s room and see him shakily holding onto his bed post with tears streaming down his face.
There are numerous of things to look forward to your senior year. Freedom, early dismissal, late arrival, homecoming week, college acceptance letters, and graduation. I was always reminded to be aware of this senior disease called senioritis, a case of laziness your senior year, but I was not told to be aware of tears and torture. The first day I walked through Ridge Spring Monetta High School doors as a senior, I felt like a target. Eyes turned into laser beams straight for my heart. I was blindsided, I did not know where this hatred came from. Smiles turned into frowns, but I believe even with a damaged hurt and red watery eyes, I still came out on top.
High school is supposed to be a one more step closer to college; it’s supposed to be preparing you for the future right? Wrong. My experience in high school was very different; I never quite fit in with anyone, the “friends” that I thought that I had used me for money. Let’s just say when I was a freshman I had a friend whom I knew from grade school, her name was Meghan Lawrence and she was the kind of person who I really believed I could tell her anything and she would keep it to herself. Once again I was proven wrong, I developed a crush on a boy and she knew that I had a crush on him; one morning before class both he and she went to the corner store, she thought it would be funny to tell him all about my crush, which he tortured me with, playing with my emotions, made me feel like he might actually like me back.
Long endless blue mats, cheerful girls in bows, intimidating judges. I was nine years old when I competed in my first cheer competition. All the girls on my team had competed in several other competitions. I felt alone and scared with my own thoughts, while everyone was preparing. Going out on the floor and not being prepared was a mistake. I was so distraught that I butchered the routine I knew how to do in my sleep. I realized that I had to develop my own preparation that would help me shine as bright as my teammates next time.
“You should’ve told us you were being bullied. We could’ve easily taken care of those kids for you! Don’t you have any idea how worried we were for you!” His mother screeched having it be obvious that her maternal instincts had been heightened after his blackout.
Whenever she [her mother] had to warn us about life, my mother told stories that
I pushed her aside and walked downstairs. I found my mother sitting on the carpeted floor, crying hysterically. My father desperately tried to calm her down. My mother managed to calm down for a moment and then called her sister-in-law. “Tell me it’s not true,” she said, trying not to break down.
That’s too tight. We are never going to be able to get our car out!”, I hear my mom say. I see girls and boys with their parents walking into a building. The wide, rectangular building was stretched down to the end of the parking lot. Posters with the words, Soccer Camp!, were hung on each glass door. Our heads automatically swung forward when my dad parked the car...by the way, the car was crooked. I jump out of the car and help my little brother out. His eyes shine when he looks to his left and sees the Colts stadium. I roll my eyes. All my dad and brother do is talk about football. Ooh! The Colts are playing today! Matt come watch with me! TOUCHDOWN!!! Was all I hear in my house. It was good to get out and listen and play a different sport for once. My legs shook when I saw how many people there were. Tall, short, young, and old kids are walking frantically everywhere around the inside of the building. The more they walk, the more nervous I get. I can feel my shoulders bump into other people's shoulders as my family walked through the swarm of people. We get in the line with the letter “P” over a woman's head hanging from a wall. Her hair was in a tight gray bun, with rectangular glasses. She slowly looks down at
My Favorite high school memory’s was with volleyball team one especially was when we were going to states. This was the year we had all our best veteran volleyball players we had the coach's son himself Evan Feltz, who I saw as a different breed when it came to volleyball, to me no one could jump as high as he could or hit as hard as he did. Then there was the man that delivered the greatest passes I have ever seen the Lebron games of volleyball his name was Jack this guy was born to play the game physically he was even structured for volleyball he had hands as well, we can almost say he was perfect setter. We also had a great middle like mashup part time football player and volleyball player for like three or four
Going into 9th grade, 8th grade summer I anticipated high school to be this new scary place that I was going to be afraid of. I only knew two people coming from my middle school and one other girl coming from a different school, who I knew from elementary, but had not talk to in a long time. Lucky for me one of the people was my best friend, Khyli. I was beginning high school as the new girl, which I was not excited about. The first year for me wasn’t so scary after all, I made new friends, became friends with Briana again, and simply enjoyed life. Second semester Khyli and I tried out for cheer. I was very nervous because I had no cheer experience, and Khyli did. Khyli ended up making varsity and I made junior varsity. At first I was bummed
Have you ever been nervous and excited for something at the same time? That is how I felt during my last year of high school leading all the way up to graduation. I had never sat down and figured out what I wanted to do with my life; I would always pick something then switch to something else almost immediately. Graduation day was that epiphany for me that I really had no idea what I was going to do with my life even though I was accepted to LSU and declared a major in Computer Science.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...