“Lara you should get Snapchat it's really addicting”. Oh. My. Gosh, I hear it all the time: Snapchat this, Snapchat that. UGHHH. Dara keeps talking, but I'm debating what I should do. Should I do what I'm not supposed to do and get the disgusting feeling of guilt at the end, or not do it and live with it like that for the rest of my life? RINGGG. The sound of the bell echoed throughout the hallway. “Sorry, got to go to class,” “Okay, bye,” “Lara, what's the answer to 3x < 7+3?". Oh my, I was thinking of what stupid Dara said. Why am I even thinking about how I'm going to get embarrassed in front of everybody? Would people will judge and make fun of me… “Mrs. Diaz, what's the answer? Do you not know? Who wants to help Lara who obviously wasn't …show more content…
This was not that day things were different and I wasn't the only one that noticed that. As I entered the bathroom, I turned the water on and let the gushing water drown my crying down. This wasn't the right thing to do. Even if I felt like I need to be rude back or give back what they gave. As much i wanted to give them a taste of their own medicine, I knew I was better than that I don't want to become as shallow as they were when they did that. What I was going to do was forgive their blunt, meaningless sorries, and find those who will care for me. Those who will want to befriend me for who I am. The next morning, I heard the usual ring of my alarm. I walked on the frosty cold floor on my way to the restroom. The cold floor makes me think of how cold their hearts must be. No. It has to be colder. Once I entered, my head rose to wash my face. My reflection wasn’t a usual look I owned. It was surely not me. My eyes were puffy and all I tried to do to fix that was wash my eyes with cold water thinking it might work. I walked up to the breakfast table it was spread with food that I loved. I let my heart indulge in the food trying to forget how broken I felt. “Goodmorning sweetheart,” my mom was in a very happy mood. I turned to face to her. Before I could say good morning she said “Are you okay?” I replied back, “ Don’t worry It's just because I stayed up doing lots of homework last
“That is my playing mom.” I answered. She then closed the door and proceed to wash the dishes. My mom just complained about my playing and she usually never pays attention. I thought to myself. I soon began taking
I packed my things into a small U-Haul. We were leaving the town I had always known, Houston, to go someplace I barely knew, a small town named Navasota. We moved when I was four because my parents wanted us to experience a small town like they had grown up in. Would I find new friends? Would the people there like me?
I woke up Tuesday morning excited for the day I was going to spend with my mom. I was sitting at the kitchen table drinking fresh coffee listening to my mom and aunt tease and joke around about how paranoid my mom was about doing well in her classes, my aunt was telling her that maybe now that I was there, she would relax a little bit and have some fun. Our plan was to go to one of mom's classes with her, and then on a tour of UNC and then we were going to go to dinner and a movie.
"Woohoo,were finally at school" I exclaimed sleepily.I saw my saw my dad walking toward me as I stepped of the of the bus."You look tired" my dad pointed out to me. "I am," I told him."I could'int get any sleep with everything distracting me especially the T.V." I continued telling my dad as we walked toward the car. On the car ride home I told my dad about all the awesome adventures we had in
, mother asks in a cheery tone upon noticing the disgruntled looking Jacob standing in the landing. “Yeah, I forgot to... set my alarm... again”, Jacob states tiredly, rubbing his eye with a boney finger. “I swear with your inability to remember to set that clock of yours you’ll never get anywhere on time.”, mother states, a hint of annoyance in her voice. “Mom”, Jacob replies, “I don’t need to get anywhere on time, it’s a saturday. Don’t sweat it.”
mom asked as I entered the kitchen. “Great, I haven’t been able to sleep like that in months. It feels good to be home” I responded with great enthusiasm. “Good because I get lonely being the only girl around sometimes, ever since you started going to the boarding school.” mom said sounding a little exhausted.
In this way, Snapchat is creating an addiction for users to keep on
I remember watching you you on YouTube for the first time, it was that Story of my Life cover your band did. I didn’t fall in love with you I fell in love with the guitarist, I liked his hair and plus he plays guitar. I suppose it’s a typical girl thing to fall for the guitarist, not the bassist. Or maybe that was just a me thing. I remember watching my first video of an original song your bands did, I relate to it so much.
Guys, I'm not lying when I tell you this but yes my cat did pass away. I'm sorry if it seemed that it was a joke but I had known for a while that he wasn't going to survive and am not trying to think about it too much which is why I didn't seem that sad about it. The reason I hadn't told you about it was that I didn't know how to, but Ava told me I should which is why we were talking. Ever since we got him he never acted like a kitten should. He never really played or moved around too much and when we took him to the vet I had a feeling he was sick. He was vomiting up his antibiotics and so my mum took him to the vet and they said they could do an operation to see what was wrong. He died after the operation when they found out he had liver
You asked me why I stopped loving you It’s because I destroyed you I ruin the things I love When I met you, you were so bright and full of life We laughed and cared for each other
I didn't know what love felt like, I had always wondered, but never got the chance to experience it. Well, that was until I met you. I never would have expected my first boyfriend, and first love to be at the other end of a car crash. God has a funny way of working sometimes. You make me feel pretty, smart, and confident, and I honestly have the self esteem of a potato.
Do you ever do something you wish you could take back immediately? Something you knew you shouldn’t have said or done in the heat of the moment? This wasn’t one of those times. I couldn’t bring myself to stop stabbing him, I had more frustration to let out than I had grasped. The walls being painted with the end of his life wasn’t enough for me, I had to see it for myself.
Even though I clearly remember all the sanity me and my little family went through. I never wanted them to know their mother just up and disappear on them. I took a deep breath and was about ready to tell them the whole truth. They already knew too much. But right before I could speak, I became suddenly unspoken-less. They gave me this look, not a look of sadness, more like a look of pride and honor. They both huddle close to me and gave me a hug. The words that came from their mouths next. I 'll never forget
, she asked. “On our way to Walmart, why?”, I asked with a nervous tone, “I was just going to tell you your father and I are going out to eat, we probably won’t be back by the time you come home.”. I sighed with great relief, and realized what good timing this was. “Okay, I won’t be long”, I said, I then told her my goodbyes and hung up, and I continued on my path of anxiety and
...y brother and took the dog out. I jumped into the shower and did a fast wash. I ran to my bedroom to get dressed and took a quick look at the clock. I had plenty of time. I got dressed, and I even changed my shirt twice because I could. I went down for breakfast and the coffee was ready. But, I was alone. My heart started racing. In my hurry to get ready, I did not notice that my mom and brother were not up. “Oh no”, I thought. I dashed to my mom’s room and yelled, “Get Up, Get Up!, you need to hurry or I am going to be late for school.” My mom looked at me and said, “Why are you in such a big rush today, when normally I cannot get you to open your eyes at this time?” I yelled, “Hurry or I am going to be tardy and get suspended.” My mom just smiled and pulled the covers over her head. As she did that, I could just hear her say, “Trace it is Saturday.”