I’ve continued to hide and the second I graduated I moved to Portland and went to PSU. I still remember that day. It was hard for me to leave my parents, and it was even harder for them, it was my brother leaving all over again. I told them that I really wanted to live in Portland and that I wouldn't cut communication. I didn’t tell them the real reason I wanted to move, but what I said was still the truth. Here I am now still going to PSU and living in Portland Oregon, I live in a small house, it’s nothing much but the rent was still pretty expensive. I’m just glad my parents put so much money aside for me. I am however still trying to figure out who I am and what I want to be after spending eighteen years of my life as fake as a barbie doll. My one and only regret is …show more content…
I feel as lost as a middle schooler fumbling through life not sure of themselves.
The Girl in the Ally I just left the party for preppy rich kids, which to my dismay I was a part of, my father is an owner of a super successful oilrig. Thinking about what had happened, the douchebag who was my boyfriend hooking up with some girl from our college, shaking my head in disgust. I look up and notice that I’m in the rougher part of town, I stop a moment and think about the path I took to get here but I can’t remember, then I start to think about what ways I can get back to my house. While I’m racking my brain this shadow of a person appears out of Will’s Market, from this distance I can’t tell if they are looking at me. Then I come to the painful realization that one I’m standing under the only street light and two I’m wearing a nice bright pink shirt and bright white pants. After this thought runs through my head I whisper “f*****g h*ll whats my luck”. I decide that it’s no use trying to run or hide if they come they come.
“Ponyboy run for it!”,I yell to him David chasing after him,and pony doged there first atemt then he was caught both arms twisted behind his back and legs gripped by the arms of two socs while they hadnt caught me yet,I was still running.The socs broght pony boy to bob and he pointed tweords the fountain with no hesitation and with that pony boy was head first drowning in a fountain of freezing cold water.As I was runnning from the socs I saw ponyboy as blue as a blue berry trying to hold his breath in.”I can t see this,I need to do somthing” I cryed.It was then that I rememberd I had thatswisarmy knife in my back pocket but I felt Heroism Revenge and Rushed for time but I also felt Question,confused and disbelefe.Eiether way I had to even thought I would be a murderer.With that I Stabed Bob in the heart and he slowly fell to the ground and then colapst onto the cold pavment.
I. Intro. - Imagine you are sitting home one night with nothing to do. Your parents have gone away for the weekend and there is absolutely no one around. So you sit around that night watching TV for awhile but find nothing on worth watching. You go on upstairs to your room and get ready for bed. Turn off the lights, lay down, and close your eyes. All of a sudden you here a crash of glass in your kitchen. You rush to your feet and put your ear to the door listening to what’s going on downstairs. You begin to hear the voice of two men as they start going through the living room, making their way to the stairs, right outside your room. What do you do? You aren’t going to confront them since its just you—remember you thought you heard two of them right? Well you are really stuck in your room and all you can do is sit there hoping that they leave soon and don’t harm you. Now if it were at my house things would be a little bit different. For starters I would get out my shotgun from my closet and begin to see what is gin on down stairs.
Halfway through dinner I decided to tell them. “That 's great baby, you know we support you no matter what,” says my Mom. As I bring out the numbers for college tuition, their faces seem to changed from excited to nervous. “I cannot afford that, honey,” says my Dad quietly, being unemployed then. That upset me because I was determined to follow my dreams.
We have lived with other families in their homes and as an effect, we have had to store our belongings in a storage. In 2010, we were unable to pay the monthly bill for the storage and our storage unit was sold in an auction; we lost all of our belongings. It had felt as if my parents and I had just immigrated to the United States – we had nothing to call ours. Instead of feeling sorry for myself, I saw this misfortune as a motivation to set long-term goals and I pledged to my parents that I would be college graduate to eschew living under the same circumstances during my
I began to look at college as a fresh start of life. I had the opportunity to change anything I want about myself. However, the day before leaving, I wanted to change my mind, I no longer wanted to leave everything that I have known for my entire life. But, I refused to show my new feelings because I knew it was a common feeling among other college bound freshman. After some tears and deep breathes, I realized I always wanted to go away to school and if I backed out, I would regret my decision for the rest of my life.
Getting out of the car and looking around, I had all of ten seconds to take it all in. Going to the funeral was the least of my worries. What the hell kind of ghetto did I just step into? I questioned to myself as we walked down the sidewalk, passing the lady currently dying on the pavement. It was then that I decided that I definitely should not be here right now. Seriously, I looked way too cute in this outfit to be walking around the hood. Wait, I thought as she walked up to the gate of the funeral home, the current scene of this random lady’s death, did she really think that I was about to ask the paramedics to move so we could step over this dying lady to get into this funeral home? Okay, she was seriously insane.
I climb out through the window of my dormitory and step out into the dark peaceful atmosphere. It will be challenging escaping since there are cameras placed mostly in every corner of each building. Keeping my head up I head south towards the store and away from the dormitory buildings located at the far North close to the electrical field fence that separates us from the normal world. The only way out is through the store’s main gate that lets customers in. As I approach the store’s headquarter, were the leaders and officials are located, my heart raced like a runaway train, going faster and faster every second. I was really doing it. I am really going to escape this maleficent place. I quickly speed up my pace in order to not be seen by the cameras. I turn around a flashlight flashes a few meters away from. I run as fast as I can. My legs aren’t used to this physical work; they’re giving up. The light approaches faster and faster. Then, I feel the touch of someone's hands tackling me down to the floor. It all ends here and I know it for a fact. My mind goes unconscious as an officer carries me back to headquarters. I was fool a to think that I could actually leave this place. No one will ever know the what really goes on inside our
My mom is an adult she knew what she was doing and she had her reasons. At the time, I did not see it, that way. I was just angry. I did not understand why? My mind just kept repeating, "She hates me, I’m going to be mean now, and I'm never speaking to her again. One day as we were heading back home, I was just pouting the whole way back and being a little brat. At nine years of age, I wasn't ready for a change. In the article "SeaStar" Hurd says "A need to confirm what we feel, but can't see," I can relate to this, I was not thinking clearly what I was doing or saying. At the time, while moving, I didn’t want to see that the change was better for my family, and me. I saw things differently as I got older. Some changes are not nearly as bad as I thought it would be. Accepting my new school was hard, because it was difficult for me to let go my old friends. In "Sea Stars" by Hurd, she speaks about "fierce truths, that survives between the layers of the seed and the fallen, and makes itself known to us only by the ghostly presence of its wanting." This compares to my story, because I will miss all my friends and still wanting to go to my old
I woke up one Sunday morning tired from the night before. My neighbor Sergio called me up to ask me if I would go with him to the car wash in Whittier. I got ready and left my house at about 12 o'clock. As I walked to his house, I noticed that the sun was bright and the sky was clear. "The day is too good to be true," I thought to myself and believed nothing could possibly go wrong. We got to the car wash and washed his car. The day was going fine. Then Sergio asked me if I wanted to go to East L.A. with him. I agreed and went with him. We arrived at his cousin's house and his cousin's friends were all drinking on the sidewalk. I felt strange to be there. I didn't know anyone except Sergio and his cousin. To top it all off, I was in a strange neighborhood with some gangsters that I didn't know.
It was a beautiful night. It was perfect for a walk. As I strolled further into the park a figure approached me. It was as dark as pitch so I couldn’t make out who it was. It was late; you wouldn’t usually see anyone at this time. My heart was beating faster and faster. The strange thing was I wasn’t frightened; it was just my heart beating rapidly. As the masculine figure approached, I began to walk slower. That was when I heard the voice.
In that moment, the world seemed to slow down. Realizing what I had done, I joined in her screams of utter terror. “What do I do? WHAT DO I DO?” I begged them to tell me the solution, panic building in my lungs. There was no solution to this, I had completely messed up. The road I had just turned onto was a one way road, and I was definitely not going the right way. When the turn was complete I heard the horns begin, like a wall of sound blocking any escape. I stared into the four lanes of headlights before me and made a decision. I had already messed up and there was no stopping now, therefore I kept going as fast as I could without stopping, trying to escape the situation as fast as
It’s 3:20 am. on a Friday morning, and pitch black out. The only things visible are the tree branches and pavement shining from yellow streetlights that carve out a path from the parking lot to the back door of my building. Living on campus at Towson I should’ve owned mace, but I clutched my car key instead, pointed outward ready to stab the eye of anyone deciding to come out of the dark after me. The brisk walk up the hill seems to take half an hour. Finally under the bright lights of the overhang I swipe my card quickly to get inside. The door bolt locks behind me with a loud click. I’m safe.
She moved us to a small town called Centralia. Before I even moved I had people from this town messaging me on facebook telling me they couldn’t wait to meet me. All I could think was, “how do they know who I am?” My first day of school I felt like an outsider. I had never felt like an outsider before in any school that I had ever been to before. None of these kids were from military families, and most of them had grown up together. They knew every aspect about each other and I didn’t know a single thing about them. They were all very welcoming and within the first few months I had made several great friendships. During the school year I decided to reconnect with my dad. We emailed back and forth quite a bit and I realized that I really did miss him. In January my dad came home and surprised me in front of my entire middle school. It was just like one of those military homecomings that you see on TV. Everyone in the town knew who I was from that point on. Middle school quickly turned into high school where I would soon figure out who I wanted to be in this
When I left my room, my mother knew that I had gone through a rough time, and I did not want to talk to her about it. Even though there was only a month left in my school year, I promised myself that I would be completely truthful to my friends, my family, my heritage, and myself. I expected all my friends to leave me, but I was fully prepared for this. However, none of this ever happened. My friends didn’t leave me, I wasn’t alone at the lunch table, I wasn’t even seem differently by those around me. I had failed my family by doing this, and I wished I had stopped acting like someone I wasn’t sooner. This is one of the only mistakes I have made which I consider a failure because it had taken me close to a year to fix, and this is why I consider it my most successful failure.
I pulled into the driveway and staggered into the loud, large and mysterious place. I was surprised at how many people were there. It could have been about twenty or so. I would not know because I am not highly educated. My education actually collapsed after being involved with you. I put all my attention and focus towards you. I can’t count the amount of times I missed class or skipped school. Whilst thinking of this, a young girl came strolling over. She had dark, long hair, brown eyes and a slim figure nearly identical to my own appearance. She wore a white garment matched with pure, silk shoes. Her glamour attracted people from all directions. She looked about twenty five years old.