If someone told me that today would be the worst day of my life I wouldn’t have believed them. My day started off like any other Friday. My best friend, Scott, and I walked to school and we picked up his girlfriend, Jess, along the way. People always ask how I can handle hanging out with those two but I have no problem because no matter what Scott tries to include me. We went to all of our classes and we were bored most of the day. I ran into Josh, like I did most days. Josh, is one of the most annoying people that I have ever met and won’t seem to leave me alone. But, that is enough about the countless hours that I spent at school that day. Let’s talk about me, I am Hope Mason. My name be a little weird because it would seem that my last name …show more content…
The words were more than clear for me but only because I could see the way the driver looked at my friends. “You know what kids, I think that our master would love more than one new face. Four faces will be something that he might reward me for,” when the driver said this I knew that the hope I had in stomach for them was gone because they were going to come with me and there was nothing nobody could do. In the end, all four of us were in the car driving to somewhere, but we didn’t know where. Our mouths were taped shut and our hands were tied together. To me this was worse than anything that I could ever imagine, but I wouldn’t know until later, that my capture had been thinking about this for a long, long time. We reach the house, after what seemed to be a long ride. The kidnappers lead us around the house and to the back were there was a cellar. As I walked down the stairs, I could tell that this place would be forever in my nightmares. I scanned the room and could see two cells, side by side with only one bed in …show more content…
It was now 7 o’clock, there and school had ended at 3:30. They had all called the police and the police called the FBI. What they didn’t know was where we were, when we were taken, by whom we were taken by, and if we were even alive. Fliers were being hung and there was an amber alert out, although it wouldn’t matter because they didn’t know who or why they decided to take four sixteen year olds. Nobody could quite fathom who this could happen or why it happened. The kids in school were worried for us even though many of them didn’t know who we were. The only thing they knew for sure was that we were kidnapped was that we were kidnapped from between the times of 3:30 and
So I slept great and I feel great. Its an away game at Saint Francis so that means it 's dress up day. I dress up nice so I look sharp, and go to school. School felt like an eternity my classes felt like they went from an hour to two hours long. I could not pay attention no matter how hard I tried. Finally lunch time comes around and that
It was a stunning, and amazing September 11th in the dazzling city in Manhattan. I just woke up remembering my sister, Mia, who got lost during the dreadful time of 9’11. Today has indicated 2 years since she has been lost. We don’t know if she’s or if she’s dead. I went to change clothes and came downstairs. My mom was outside running some errands and my dad was sitting down with a newspaper in his hands.
The night before, I didn’t practice my English so I knew what to say. By now, I knew most of the words, so I would just let my heart guide me. Besides, my cramped old house, which is actually just a junky garage in an abandoned alley, is too small to let out my feelings. Once I got to school after a cold walk in the snow, I placed myself by her locker and waited. Fourteen minutes had gone by, and still no sign of Lily. I only had a minute to get to class now, so I hurriedly collected myself and ran to my locker. I was disappointed, knowing that without Lily here, it would be the hardest day of school. I opened my locker and to my surprise a note fell to the floor. I quickly picked it up and gazed at the neat handwriting that clearly spelled my name.
We slowly all slowed searching to make sure the car was gone. “ We should probably actually go inside now,” Syd said stating the obvious. No questions asked we all rushed inside like camels. “ Well that was exciting,” Ky said trying to lighten the mood. I think everyone was thinking the same thing. Did we just have a near death experience? The suspense in this one situation was just too much for alia because she sat on the floor saying not one word. Rocking back and forth. For Ashley though, she was in the kitchen complaining there was no food. “ Why aren’t there any ramen noodles?” For me, though, there was just a sense of adrenaline running through my entire body. I thought I was on clouds and nothing could bring me
It is August 2012. I’m rocking back and forth in my recliner, smoking a cigarette. I’m alone in my apartment, surrounded by fast-food trash. Trash on the table, trash on the floor. Trash everywhere. In between drags of my cigarette, I try to suppress a gargling cough that is creeping out of my lungs and into my throat. I do not want to cough. I do not want to be sick again. But I know I am. It is bronchitis and it is my third bout of it this year. I know that I need to quit smoking temporarily in order to get over the bronchitis. Like most smokers, I am always trying to quit. I think to myself, if I have to quit for a few days anyway, knowing that the first few days are the hardest part; maybe I should use this opportunity to quit for good.
I was back in the cellar but this time with Henrietta, we were both chained in the same way as I had been before but this time with food right in front of us but too far to reach, the ultimate slow torture, and a shadow hanging in the door
I remember the first day of my English class like it was yesterday. Term one just started and the class is waiting for the teacher to come. I remember looking down and seeing someone with sandals and was kind of confused, but brushed it off. I felt like every single teacher was going to leave, just like the first year at Jackson Preparatory and Early College. I found myself in a place where I didn’t know if I could trust teachers, because all my life I felt no need to, and didn’t find any reason to talk to them whenever I needed advice or if I had a problem. Every time I found that I liked a teacher, a couple weeks later, they just left without notice. At Jackson Preparatory and Early College, the very first year, we had a staff issue. We slowly
Moving from a highly diverse community to a less diverse community has to be the weirdest yet interesting culture shock I ever had to deal with. As a young child, I did not know about the outside world. I thought everyone rides the bus or the metro, graffiti on the wall is normal and traffic wouldn’t matter as much since everything I needed was within walking distance sometimes. There were shocking things I learned once I moved to Nebraska.
Can you guess what I am? Here I sit on the shelf waiting to be picked to do what I do best, what do I do you ask? I make fans excited that’s what I do best! I hate to sit here on this boring shelf with no movement or excitement next to all of the other boxes of sporting goods.
Chaos and energy was in the air as the teachers threw bags, with most likely with special things in them, into the two buses. The notorious 8th grade retreat was finally here. Fast forward to the last night, we would have never expected what happened then. We were blindfolded, holding on to each other’s shoulders, listening to the person in front of us to what we should do next as the directions passed down the line. We were all freaking out while Mr. Vaughn told a kid to stay while taking him off the line blindfolded and we went on with the child running behind after he took his blindfold off realizing we left him.
When I looked in the rearview mirror is when I knew it was all over. June 25, 2013 was the most tragic day in my life. It was not until that day that I realized how much I appreciate my life and my family. I was on the freeway headed towards the Galleria in Houston, TX, passing the tall Texaco building on this bright sunny afternoon, when everything went downhill. I remember seeing all of the cars in front of me have their bright red tail lights on because everyone was coming to a stop. As soon as I slowed down, I looked into my rearview mirror to see a beige car not slowing down at all but instead looking down at his phone texting, it was already too late for me to do anything. I felt as if my life were over and there was nothing anyone could do, I was sixteen years old when I had my first car accident. I learned that I should have stayed home the afternoon I got into my first car accident. That afternoon I remember gripping my steering wheel so tightly because I was so nervous about the car behind me that I could feel all of the ridges and grooves throughout my entire steering wheel and every indention in my steering
The light from the sun reflects off the pure white wall, illuminating the room. The dust floats, undisturbed by the empty house. This is what I see as I launch myself out the door, into the hot summer air, into the sounds of playing children.
I have a very fulfilling feeling about what I have been able to accomplish in my life so far. I want the absolute best for myself and those close to me. I often go above and beyond to help those around me succeed and be the best version of themselves that they can possibly be.
Years ago I had the most terrifying, shocking day of my life. I had between seven or eight years when this happened. The day before the accident, all my family was at my grandfather’s house. We all were eating the food my mother and my aunts brought, telling jokes at the dinner table. Meanwhile, I was playing with my cousins in the backyard. Everyone was enjoying the family meeting. As the time passed by and everyone was about to go home, my mother suggested the idea that we all should go at my grandparent’s ranch next day, since everyone was in town we all could have the chance to go. Everyone liked the idea. It was the perfect time to go because it was a weekend. As they all agreed to go, they begun to decide who bring what to the gathering. Who would have thought that thanks to that suggestion, I would lead me to the hospital the day of the reunion.
A typical Sunday morning at my house is a little less sleep and a lot more work. It 's early when my eyes open. The first thing she tells me is, “Mija, I want you to go to the kitchen as soon as you get your clothes on.” Not even a “Good Morning.” The market’s over at the Redlands and there 's a lot of traffic at that time. It usually takes me a bit to get up. There 's a whole routine to it; she 'd yell at me so I 'm up, make me take a shower, and have me go feed and take out the dogs. I don 't even know why we have five, our house barely fits two. Nonetheless, I love them all.