The Runaway Since I can remember, I have always had a wild imagination. I remember staring off into space for long hours, which really had only been a few minutes, imagining what it would be like to fly. To sprout large angelic wings from my back and take off out of the open windows of my small classrooms. Or what it would be like to grow a set of gills and live my life under the sea with all the fish and dolphins. None of my friends ever seem to think quite like I do; imagine the same way I did. None of them spend as long staring off into the blank nothingness as my mind wanders beyond the realms of existence. My second grade year, I finally began to realize that this was a gift God had graced me with. The ability to imagine beyond what …show more content…
West is a tall, thin boy; always covered in bruises from the many sports he played. He stands high above my mother and I, though he is only in the ninth grade. He barged into the tiny kitchen, now crowded by the three of us. “That’s not a real job! No one would read anything YOU wrote!” he shouted loudly as three others about his size, maybe even bigger, attempted to slither into the kitchen, but resulted to just opening the curtains due to the lack of room in the kitchen. I felt hot tears sting my eyes as they fell down my cheek and onto the floor with the forgotten water from the dishes. My mother looks between the two of us and shakes her head, sighing loudly. I knew from that sigh, she was going to choose West’s side. She always chose his side, generally because he’s always right. “Go outside.” her voice was lower than before, barely above a light whisper. West rolls his eyes, pushing the three other boys back into the living room and out of the back screen door that separated the blazing heat of the outdoors from the cool interior of the house. Mother turns back to me, wrinkles in her forehead, as if she were thinking of a way to let me down easily. “Sara,” she began, raising her voice enough for it to be considered a normal volume, “your brother is right.” She takes a breath as if she were going to say more, but I don’t stick around to listen. Storming from the room, I grab my backpack, shoving assorted
I never thought I would be labeled an outsider, a misfit even. As I trudged my way through the halls of my small town high school, I would endure the gazing pairs of eyes, that belonged to my peers, followed by whispering and often times some laughter. I always used zone out during those repetitive speeches and commercials about the effects of gossiping and rumors; never did I imagine that one day I would be on the receiving end of of the everyday potshot. Growing up I was always the center of attention, the one everyone yearned to be friends with, never was I the antisocial child in the corner with nowhere to turn… not until high school. They say high school changes you. They say high school accounts for some of the greatest years of
I’ve always been an outsider, it’s been hard for me to build friendships and relationships. Not too long ago, there I sat in the corner of the room in the way back, trying to hide from the world, and be myself. I didn’t really want to get involved with anything or anyone. I was afraid to open up, talk to others, maybe because I was afraid to get rejected. Until, I met the best people I could ever meet, my best friends Marisa Mendoza, Jessica Contreras and Deseray Reyes, the ones who up to this day have sticked by my side, at my best, and worst moments. They have all been a big part of my life, I can enjoy every minute I spend with them. For me, they aren’t only my friends they are like my sisters.
When it comes to what separates me from other teenagers, there would be quite a bit to tell. I would say a major difference which separates me from my peers is my love for barbershop harmony music. I do not have a quartet of my own; however, I love to sing barbershop tags with other friends at church. I set myself apart from the world because of my beliefs: as a New Testament christian, I believe the bible gives us all instruction concerning spiritual matters.
Who knew that things could change so abruptly, it almost felt that my whole world was flipped within a blink of an eye. Things were going to be different from now on, the people, the weather, even the fresh summer breeze from the coast will soon become a cold bitter winter breeze. This all came to my mind when my mom announced to my family that we’re moving, to New Jersey, once my school goes on summer break. At first, I began to panic, why do we have to move? Why can’t we just live here? We don’t even know anyone there, except for my aunt. We just moved here three years ago from New Jersey, and we didn’t like it, that’s why we only lived there for a month. Then why would we would we like it now? I question my mom, and I demanded explanations
Abuelo had set the table and my mother announced that dinner was ready. Her voice rang through my ears. I dashed down the stairs and quickly took seat at the rectangular dining table. Abuelo and Mom were already there and we just waited on Dad and Austin. I glanced at Abuelo. He looked exhausted. I wondered what to say. I couldn't think of anything. Eventually I shrugged off the feeling.
Good morning! I hope you slept well, I might need a cat nap. Perhaps tonight Ill get back into the swing of going to bed before 12, JEREMY you know I literally stare at your picture going to sleep. Once you are in bed the laptop stays in the living room. I did figure out I can zoom in though. Have you ever tried to cuddle with a laptop? I might count the blocks on your shirt if I get bored. I couldn't move up my appointment next Thursday to this Friday. blah.
Me and my brothers were trying to escape from slavery. We walked for the longest time, and we were at a small town named TerryTown. A colored man told us about the danger that lies within the little town. The people in the small town hated colored people especially the ones that are trying to escape slavery. We all got worried and decided to hide in the woods, but then we got scared by a farmers dog. The farmer came outside with his shotgun, and told his dog to be nice.
Growing up is very difficult. It takes time and responsibility that I thought I had. This summer I quickly realized that becoming an adult is not as easy as a person may think. I had to travel to Oxford for a day by myself, and I learned several lessons such as: always pay attention while driving, make sure to park in appropriate places, and be very cautious while driving in the rain.
Monday was sweet, emotional and so addicting. This is my first read from author E.L. Todd and I wasn’t sure what to expect, but this book hooked me from the beginning. I loved Hawke and Francesca. They were so hot together and I couldn’t stop myself from reading.
I was going for a run even though I was super out of shape. I saw Frank Porter running. At the orchard when he told me he wanted me to help him run I didn’t think that he actually wanted to. He saw me and stopped me. Then he asked if I wanted to run with him so I agreed. Then he asked about when I was at the orchard and asked me if I was alone; he asked where Sloane was. We were really close to his house and he wanted to race; I beat him. We went inside because he was going to give me a water but then we heard his parents fighting so I left. I was at work and this girl came running in and she looked very upset.; it turns out that her boyfriend was cheating on her with her best friend. The worst part was they all worked together at the
I rose from my nap, it was early evening and a light sprinkle fell. As I showered, I thought about Dad his stories. His inability to distinguish between his homeland and his childhood home seemed strange to me. In that sense he was the opposite of Samuel.
A liveliness that dulled back down only a second with the worry of the couple that had let taken them in just so shortly ago, it felt like, with open, kind and tender, arms. Such a new experience for the two of them it had been overwhelming. Swallowing suddenly, Eve blinked in thought, watching up at her brother with a thoughtful expression before finally speaking. "We'll ask them, Adam... surely they would have to understand this." Not the killing, maybe the killing. No, not the killing. Too sweet, too kind. She shook her head and blinked to silence her head again for the moment. "We'll talk to them, tell them we need to get away for a bit. There isn't a need to worry them... we'll...." Her thoughts swirled before she reached out to grasp at one of his hands, her fingers ever so softly rubbing on his in comfort. "We would be protecting them Adam, from Him.. them. What if he was to gain more power and it somehow hurt Jerry and Betty? Could we ever look at them the same, if we had a chance to at least try?"
We went down to the lobby and waited for them to show up. “There they are,” I said to Chelsea, pointing them out to her. Mom waved at us from across the room and Hannah ran up to us. Once we were all together we went into the restaurant to be seated. The restaurant was a big room that had brown tables with white cloths on them. The glassware was sparkly clean and the silverware was set perfectly. We ordered our food and drinks and talked for a couple hours before finishing. By that time it was about eight o’clock, and we went back up to the room. I was exhausted and fell right to sleep.
In the morning Haiden got dressed, ate and ran out the door. Reaching middle school, he went down the hall, he had been banished from. he glanced over and saw Ben’s cronies muttering to each other, staring at Haiden. Haiden continued down the hall. He saw Ben talking with a girl to his left.
My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to