My rosy pink, baby cheeks lay against the chilling cold window instantly cooling down my burning face. My dark, dull brown eyes stared blankly out into the gloomy blue sky. I saw autumn approaching fast with the multicolored leaves flying wherever the strong blowing wind decided to take them. I started recapping the goodbye’s I had to say to my friends, family and my childhood “boyfriend.” I grew an irritating anger towards my father, for, at the time, I was too young to fully understand; it was not his fault. After seeing my heated glare at him, my father promise me that we would never move again. He assumed that I would make friends in no time. I stubbornly said nothing in return, but I believed his promise. During the whole dreadful, boring …show more content…
I mentally glared at my guilty looking father while I just walked away from him, and went to my room. I knew now that it was his boss’s fault that we kept moving. So I sucked it up and waited the days until I have to say bye to the friends I made knowing I won’t ever talk to them again. When we were driving away from our old haunted looking home, I empty mindedly played with my DSI. I glared at my annoyingly nosy little brother that was hovering over my shoulder watching me play. After a while, I stuck my hand out and shoved his snot cover face away from me. I wasn’t in the mood of dealing with him, so I closed my DSI and stared out the pitch, black window staring out into the starless sky. I looked up at the brightly lit moon and got annoyed that it was following me. I began to wonder if I had a magic pull inside me that made the fluorescent moon follow me everywhere. I smiled at the thought, making me feel like I was special, thinking that I had this magical power. While staring at the moon, I soon started dreading being the new kid for the fourth time in my life. I started thinking about my old friends that I miss, and wonder if I should even bother making friends at this school if I was just going to be moving away. When we arrived at our new home, my dad promised me that this was the last we will move and I believed him. Yet again he broke that promise when we only stayed …show more content…
I felt a lump growing in my throat that I could not swallow down; I had a feeling what was about to happen. My father came home with a face filled with mixed emotions, but mostly topped off with dreadfulness and stress. He began rubbing his white baldhead wiping the sweat off repeatedly even when there was not any left. He began to get angry and nervous thinking about the words that are going to spill out of his mouth. He licked his thin chapped lips and said “My boss decided to fire everyone today including me so we have to move again.” At first I was angry that we had to move again especially since I grew so fond of this place. Instead of getting angry towards my father, I just hugged him. I could feel his big arms wrap around my small frame like a boa constrictor squeezing the life out of their prey. I knew my father would get a new job so I was not so worried about that. Although I was still worried about my father, and I knew he did not need me complaining about us moving again. I just stood there with a hot face and salty tears burning in my brown eyes, while my father eventually let go of me and apologize for once again not keeping his promise to me. I knew that my father did not take his promises to my brother and I as seriously as I did. So I just solemnly nodded my head and decided to go to my boring beige
The story about I Martranika Gross, called changing my life. It all begin with many ideals that I had in mind to become while changing my life so my daughter will fix in. First was continue my education at Strayer University and a journey to follow. Next, becoming a role model with a pathway lay out for my daughter, a showing her not to stay you can’t to become successful. Finally, overcome obstacles first you have to have faith within yourself, and the key word is knowledge.
The arrival of winter was well on its way. Colorful leaves had turned to brown and fallen from the branches of the trees. The sky opened to a new brightness with the disappearance of the leaves. As John drove down the country road he was much more aware of all his surroundings. He grew up in this small town and knew he would live there forever. He knew every landmark in this area. This place is where he grew up and experienced many adventures. The new journey of his life was exciting, but then he also had a sick feeling in the pit of his stomach of something not right.
This could just be the worst day of my life; I’ve been dreading this day for the past few months. Moving day; it was just five months ago when my family told me the awful news. I just recently finished my sophomore year in high school, became captain of the varsity basketball team and finally got the girl of my dreams, Julie. Only to have it ruined by my parents telling me that we have to move due to my father getting a new job in Astoria, Oregon. The house or ‘cemetery’ as I referred to it is called Mors Thalamum, which ironically means death chamber in Latin; how convenient I would jest my family in hopes they would change their minds. Before we had to get into the car and leave for what I though would be certain doom I walked over to Julie’s house which was right across the street. “Hey Julie” I said for what would feel like the last time, “Hey Ben” she said, I believe she was feeling the exact thing I was. “I came to say goodbye, my family and I are leaving soon.” “Oh” she said simply but her green eyes said what she couldn’t. “Ben lets go!” I groaned at my father demand. Just as I was turning around Julie called my name, “I’ll miss you Ben” “Ill miss you too Julie” I choked back too focused on trying to hide the tears in my brown eyes. “Do you think we will ever see each other again?” she asked with anticipation in her angelic yet worried voice, “I hope” was all I could say before I turned and left my blonde green-eyed girl for what felt would be the last time.
Maybe it’s the fact that I tend to stay in my room all weekend, which leads to people thinking I’m studying when in reality I am probably binge watching a TV show or maybe it’s my glasses, but most people who don’t know me too well assume that I am smart. Now that is a great thing for me because I don’t have to try as hard to impress them, but I end up finding myself in a bit of a problem. The problem is that everyone thinks I enjoy admiring school textbooks. But the truth is I’m usually admiring my Justin Bieber poster on my bedroom wall. Ever since I was in sixth grade I’ve been a huge fan of Bieber. His music always brought a feeling of calmness and back in the day his “never say never” motto, was what I lived by. I might still be living by that motto because I’ve decided to write this essay
The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to
I stood at the end of the driveway with a bag of clothes and my little sisters by my side. My dad pulled up, we got in the truck, and we drove about 10 minutes until we got to his shop. This would seem like a normal day, but things were different this time. We weren 't at the shop to ride the four wheelers around or to play basketball in the garage or to mess with the pinball machines. There was a gloomy feel about everything around us. Even though I didn’t say anything, I knew things were changing.
I went to school tired from listening to my parents conversation at two in the morning. I had a great day. I didn’t want to go home. I didn’t want to hear the argueing. When I got home. My grandmother was at our house. I thought it was very strange. My grandmother never came over unless she was dropping off clothes or something. So I knew she was there for a reason and it wasn’t going to be good.
Over the summer, I was missing home, and the fact that i was to visit my hometown at the end of the summer made time feel like forever. I took a law class, and was drowning in work, perhaps this contributed to the seemingly everlasting weeks. But when i returned I was left with a feeling i can't quite name. Everything was exactly the same. It was exactly how i remembered it. All the people were there, all the streets, my house, the weather. But, still everything was different. The city did not change but the people did, and so had I. All my friends were still my friends, but they had their own jokes now, their own lives, without me. I thought this would make me angry, but it didn’t. I just felt a huge sense of relief, kind of like everything was going to be okay. It was the first time i’d felt this in over a year. I had finally let
I only had a few friends at school, but Chief stood above everyone as the best of my friends. While I was at school everyday, I would daydream about being home with Chief and all the fun we would have. There were hardly any people at the school that I would talk to. It was a prison to me, but my sanctuary was waiting on me at home. Everyday when I arrived home from school, Chief awaited me with a wagging tail and a smile on his face. I would smile back, and if I had a tail it would have been wagging along with his. We would play for hours with anything we could find. It could’ve been an old ball or a pair of shoes; it didn’t matter to Chief. Once it turned dark and it was time for me to go to bed, my mother would yell, “Come in and go to sleep. You have school tomorrow.” Just the thought of school changed my mood entirely. I would go from a overjoyed mood, to one of sorrow. I’d give Chief a big hug and go to my bed. I would lay there praying that the two of us would be able to spend our whole lives together. As I drifted away, I would think of what Chief and I were to do the next
Moving is lots of work took me 4 days to pack and 5 to get everything from one house to the new house in Firestone. It was an extremely sad day when we moved because we have lived in that house for 10 years and have had so many memories like when i had my first sleep over i went down the stairs in a pillowcase and broke my hand and the time my sister did a cartwheel down the stairs and broke the railing and my dad was so hostile and frustrated. The part that made me so hostile is when people had to come to the house and look at the home very cautiously i could not be in the house at all i had to leave and and be out of the house of half an hour with my 1 year old brother. It's extremely stressing to have a little brother that but I admire
I knew that she wanted to hug me and make it better, but I needed to be alone. I walked up the stairs to my room and curled up in a ball on my bed. Why hadn't I been accepted. That was all that I could think about for the next hour. Why. I looked at the clock and noticed it was now 6:00 p.m. Dad would be getting home in a few minutes. Just as I thought that, I heard the front door open and heard Dad talking to Mom. All I could hear was their muffled voices, but I knew what they were saying; they were most certainly talking about my not getting accepted to the college. A couple of minutes later I heard Dad coming up the stairs, probably to my room. I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes, hoping he could not tell I had been
There is a point in everyone’s life when they step back and realize “I can’t do this anymore, it’s ruining my life”. Many of my friends have started smoking cigarettes while drinking at a very young age, and continue to use this drug currently and don’t realize the affect it has on their future. While I have been smart enough to avoid smoking, I haven’t been as wise at making decisions when it comes to drinking. The amount of partying I’ve done in college has taken over my life, and has had a huge impact on my grades. Changing my drinking habits and continuing to avoid cigarettes will enable me to be the best I can be for the rest of my college experience.
Two months have passed since the day you left me. Like a child waiting impatiently for Christmas morning to arrive, I awake each morning hoping to receive something or anything from you, only to be disappointed. I'll never forget your cold firm grip on my hand the day you dropped me at my family's house or my mothers face that whitened as you left. She screamed at me and I fizzed in the fire. I was slowing fading into oblivion as life was slowly being sucked out of her.
It all started the day I woke up to my parents arguing. It was a warm morning, but you couldn't see the sky thanks to the thick and ashy dust clouds. I walked downstairs and my parents turned and looked at my. My mother greeted me with a warm smile and sighed “sweetheart we have to tell you something,” she said “we have to move.” This surprised me a bit. I love the house. I love this land I've grown up. “Why are we moving?” I asked surprised. She turned to look at my father who looked back at me. “The dust is to heavy out here, if we don't leave now we're going to go broke” my father said with a sad tone in his voice. I'm so surprised they are really making us leave. I can't believe it! I ran upstairs and started to pack my stuff with tears
The high noon sun peeked through the evergreen tops and the forest came to life once more. The chill that was running through my veins warmed as I watched the light dance across the water in an effervescent parade. The leaves sound like a choir as they sway, and river dances with delight as it passes every rock. “Listen to my secret,” it sang its song to me. Memories flooded my body, those unpleasant ones I thought I had buried too far to surface, the reasons I had run in the first place. “I am lost,” I thought and I lay there sobbing as my body began to be wracked revealing the pain.