When I walked out of the door of my trailer home I just wanted to run and keep running. I didn't want to look back and see my mother throwing random stuff from the house at me. She blamed me for everything wrong in her life from her unwanted pregnancy to my father leaving us at the age of nine. He wasn't the best, he ignored me like I wasn't there and hit my mother when he got the feeling. Then he just decided he couldn't handle us anymore and just left with out saying an-ything. Just grabbed his keys and hit the road. Good, I didn't want him in my life anyways, he would have more likely pushed me over the edge sooner then my mom was doing. The only time I didn't hear her yell was when I wasn't home, which is what I was doing right at that …show more content…
The tea gone and discarded in a can back on 3rd. I pulled my hood down and let the lights take over my view, it was like walking into heaven. Las Vegas is known for its lights and the screwed decisions people make. It made me laugh at all the newly wedded couples, bet they don't even know each others hometown or last name. It made me think of my stupid decisions growing up, of all of them, meeting Jasmine was the worst. I met her in high school, I was hanging at the park with some friends and my buddy Ty introduced her to me. I wasn't gonna lie she was very attractive, she was curvy and tan. We start-ed talking and I learned she was from a bad home where her mom brought men around her and used them for what they had, she told me she would never do that to someone she loved. We started dating not to soon after that and everyone warned me that Jasmine was going to use me just like the others and she was putting on a show, I should've listened. She cheated on me while we went out, lied to me, and stole my baby girl from me. When she went into labor I had to wait till she delivered. The nurse let me hold her, she was so tiny and frail, she had my dark hair and her mothers nose, she was so beautiful and she was mine. I fell asleep in the waiting room with her in my arms, when i woke up it was almost morning and Jas-mine and my little girl were …show more content…
The last one won me a scholarship to the Art school of my choice, but that would be effective when I was 18 and graduated. I had 5 more months and i would leave for Alabama, it was my dream place and I wanted to start over and change who i was. In school we were assigned a project to describe our dream life, then after we would be paired up to calibrate our ideas with others, my partner happened to be Sara Mclain. She was blonde beautiful and way out of my league. Her father owned a dealership in town and her mom was a cosmetologist so I knew she had money to burn. She looked like it too, she wore shirts that met her collar bone and she never wore tank tops or anything to revealing,and jeans that didn't have a single hole, as for the girls from my side, she was way different. We started on the project and we soon got to know each other, she didn't look at me like a bad influence or the menace that my rap sheet told her I was. She said that she saw a angel in a human clothing waiting to be let out so he can do more good and balance out the bad. I kissed her after she said that in the library. She saw good in me when no one else did and she treated me like a human
...irl into a confident young woman. About a month later, I was accepted to my top school, Fordham University. Then, to my surprise, I also received a full-ride NROTC scholarship, to Columbia University! This was beyond surreal to me, and came at the perfect time, right before my interview for Columbia University. All of these accomplishments came at once, and I was finally proud of myself.
Growing up with a father who blamed me for the death of his wife which of course broke through any happiness, care or love he felt for me his own son. My house was always filled with dark gloomy colors and we never really had guests over at all. My father was a mystery most people but in his job he had power over people because they were frightened by his just by his presence. It was a very rare pleasure filled with fright when we spoke and I can only think of one time where I got a hint of positive feeling from him. It was a dark, rainy gloomy day and the house never held a promise for the future so I was constantly bored and decided to read some old books from my father’s dusty library. There I sat with a book in hand picking up any knowledge that I possibly could and he walked in and said to me “Montressor, you impress me with act of trying to do something useful”, I replied to him with the only thing I could ever say to him, yes sir. I can only remember the constant hate I would receive from him and it made me think that I would never please
I must have been a very little girl, probably about four years old. The memory is somewhat fuzzy, but I do remember that I had been naughty and that I had been made to stand in the corner of our dining room as a result. I think I was being punished for my antics at the dinner table. While I stood there feeling incredibly sorry for myself, I could hear the rest of my family in the other room talking and laughing. This only made me feel even more sad and alone than before. I began to feel neglected and I decided that my mother had forgotten about me.
My parents divorced from each other for the second and final time when I was just 8 years old. This led to my younger sisters and I being raised by our mother who, over the span of the rest of our childhood, was in and out of abusive relationships with several men before eventually remarrying the a man who showed little to no regard for the physical or emotional well-being of either my mother or my sisters and I as children. There were countless nights I stayed awake attempting to comfort my little sisters who were crying hysterically upstairs huddled together in a closet with me while our new step father physically beat our mother downstairs while berating her with verbal insults and threats that would make any grown adult
Hell is expensive. This is my first thought as my plane lands in Las Vegas. The
Now alone, she had to work 40 hours a week to provide for my 2 year old brother and I. My mother barely made enough to afford the apartment that we lived in. At the time I was too young to understand how bad our situation was. I made it much worse with my constant begging for toys and all sorts of needless expense and of course my mother wasn’t able to afford those luxuries when we barely had the necessities. Every time we would walk passed the toy section at Walmart I can remember asking my mother for toys; pleading that she would get me that toy I desperately needed. She would always tell me "I am sorry baby, I can 't afford it," and every time she said it, I could feel the sadness in her voice and the pain in her eyes. After I while I was beginning noticed how much it hurt my mother to say no to me so then when we would go to Walmart I would never ask for anything. I wanted the toys so badly, but I didn 't want to hurt
Eventually, she started asking me questions. She asked them with such interest. She was coming up with questions much more creative than mine.She was responding with kindness. She maintained eye contact the whole time no matter how boring my answers were. She made me feel very
I had no place to call home. My mom had not come to visit me one time, and I had only received a hand full of letters from her. She told me in those letters that she was sick, and I couldn’t live with her (She died of cancer a little over a year after my release). My twenty-three-year-old brother was a drug addict, so I didn’t want to live with him. With no place to live, I would end up in a state halfway house or some other type of group home. For someone who was about to turn sixteen, this was a lot to deal with. The last two hours of my bus ride, which were supposed to be the happiest part of the trip, turned into the worst. The tension in my heart was almost unbearable now. It felt like someone had reached into my chest and was clinching my heart in an angry fist. My eyes teared up from the
On stage, I anticipated third place, but was once again stunned when I placed second. This whole experience was life changing. Working for the National FFA Convention, I developed a work ethic to stick to something, and to do my best, even if it seems impossible. I also gained communication skills, and the ability to work outside my comfort zone. Even now it is hard for me to interact with others, but this accomplishment taught me that I can do hard things and I can communicate effectively. I learned how to perform research and express my findings. This experience was also very valuable for it directed me to my career path. It opened up doors as to my abilities, and gave me the confidence to pursue my dreams without fear. It taught me that failures happen, but enduring effort will turn failure into success. In my interviews, I learned that complete honesty is far better than false cover-ups. I became the person I am now because I was blessed with the experience. This project for some may be seen as a great award, but for me it's an invaluable occurrence which had more life skills and experience than a piece of paper can ever
One of my biggest achievements was to be accepted to the Sampson Early College High School. This was an important accomplishment not only for me but also for my family. Getting accept to the early college gave me another chance to start a new beginning in my life and to become a better person among my peers. There were other achievements that were also important to me such as competing at the National Beta Club Convention at state and national where I received three awards. This huge accomplishment has given me the opportunity to express my ideas and talents to other schools across state and country and to proudly represent my school.
The reason we didn’t get along very well was because I was always jealous of her. She was pretty, smart and had a loving family of her own. It seemed like she had everything, and I hated her for that. Soon that jealousy turned into rage and I knew I had to get rid of her. She stepped into my house with this bright cheerful smile on her face.
I met her in the autumn right after she had taken a terrible fall going to her mailbox and I was hired by her family as an in home aide. Her name was Jane* and she became a fast friend and provided me with never to be forgotten lessons that cant be taught within the walls of a school. Jane took the time to prove to me that I was worth loving and showed me unconditional love that at the time I couldn’t find. In the end all I have left are a few cherished memories, a pearl necklace, and some of the best lessons in life.
After eating I was putting my dishes away and a girl sitting at the table opposite of me signed that she liked my shirt. I was immediately happy that I understood what she said to me. I went up to her and said thank you. She started
When I was around 8 years old, me and my sister a huge argument about us going somewhere(I don’t exactly remember the two places) and we both didn’t like where eachother wanted to go, so we were screaming throughout the whole entire house.This was not what we needed to be doing because as a kid, you always want something that your sibling doesn’t want to do. My parents were outside working on something in the garage when all of this was going down, so they were not able to hear us arguing and fighting. As we were arguing, my sister goes storming off to her room and starts to scream and that’s is when my parents heard the sound of the scream and came inside and see what happened. My parents heard my sister crying and knew that she as either very angry or upset so I knew they were going to talk to me first, but they wouldn’t be happy. My
At the age of 11, my parents decided to reunite, and this became my lifelong struggle with trust, mistrust and development of strength and courage to achieve my dreams and goals in life. My mother continued to work long, hard hours while my father golfed, gambled and drank, to what most people would consider “the extreme”. During my school years, I ran our household while my mom worked. I made sure the house was clean and dinner was always on the table for my father, which left no time for a social life. My dad was abusive towards my mom and I would feel helpless as I listened from my room to him physically and mentally abusing her. After many years of not having the courage to help her, I finally at the age of 16 gave her an ultimatum. Either she leaves the abusive relationship or I would leave, so I would not have to endear the pain of it any longer.