My journey at metrowest My story begins at north high school. I went to north my first two years of high school. I had a bad experience at north. I got into the wrong crowd right off the bat. I passed only about half of my classes first semester freshman year. Second semester i met my demon. I met a boy that was a demon. He made me think that he loved me but he didn’t. He used me like his bully doll, he mentally and sometimes physically abused me. He broke me down to my lowest point in life, i
Hearing your shoulder crack is never a good sound. Hearing your shoulder crack after being hit by what felt like an oncoming train is even worse. Especially once you realize that that same shoulder is completely unable to be moved once you pick yourself up off of the ground. It was just your typical spring day. It had rained in the early morning so the grass was damp but the sun had peered through the clouds as the day progressed turning it into a pretty nice day. The team was on the bus
It was an ordinary Wednesday like any other, the same people, the same classes, the same schedule and the same routine. It was a chilly day and the wind was so strong it almost blew the leaves out of the trees, the day had gone by really slow and I wanted to go home already. I kept checking the clock anxious for it to mark 3:15, it was 3:10 five more minutes I thought to myself and I could be free. Those 5 minutes lasted forever and the next thing I knew the bell was ringing and I was headed to my
I remember being on the Negaunee Nets traveling basketball team in the 4th and 5th grade and I sucked. But I remember the first, and only mind you, time I made a shot. It was my second year playing an. We were playing West Ishpeming, which was our favorite team to play because we knew a lot of the girls and when we played them it was always a serious game. From time to time we lost to them and that always broke our hearts, but this game we were all determined to win. I remember the exact place we
I hear my mom scream “come on we have to go otherwIse we will be late” “I am coming” I say with an annoyed voice as I finish stuffing my sweatshirts into my bag. I grab the zipper start to close my bag as I get ¼ of the way through it gets stuck, i keep trying to close my bag, “come on” I whisper to myself. I am thinking to myself today is not my day, I finally do a big tug and my zipper finally starts going but really smoothly for some reason. I walk past my bed, and dresser, im kicking all the
The next few days were a series of arguments, screams, walk-outs, warm kisses, hugs, and love. For the most part when these occur, I was simply sketching and Toby was perched up by my side. He always liked watching me draw. And because everyone else was too busy either arguing or eating, no one had to command me to get up my ass and help. A day just before Christmas was when we finished decorating the house—it was also when we realized we haven’t done any Christmas shopping yet. So, like the Flash
Stranded It was an ordinary day, nothing out of the ordinary, my friend Trenton and I going to go snowboarding like we normally do most weekends during the winter. I was running late I got out of bed and took a shower and got dressed. I scrambled to get some breakfast as I texted Trenton asking if he was ready. I grabbed my snowboard gear and headed into town. I picked up Trenton and he instantly starts bickering at me asking why I was late. Like usual I shrugged it off. We stopped by the gas
It was a beautiful Sunday morning on 23rd July 2017. There was warmth in the air and the view was wonderful. From high up on the balcony of the Lodge on Loch Lomond I could see islands framing the loch, varying in size and colour. The sky was clear with only a few clouds floating around like fluffy white marshmallows. Furthermore, the sounds of waves crashing on the shore complemented the idyllic location where the ceremony would soon begin. 23rd July, my wedding day, was a day that I had dreamt
Still after 6 years, I am not used to life in the suburbs. The houses in perfect alignment, lawns with perfect hedges, and dogs roaming without large, spiked collars. I look to my window, and the splendid manifestation of the suburban delusion in life and living color awkwardly gawks back. After all, it was not long ago that that angelic green grass was repugnant grey concrete, that that white poodle was a growling greyhound, and that the glass on the window was barricaded by harrowing metal bars
There was blood everywhere, absolutely everywhere. You could hear the sirens from a distance finally coming to the scene after waiting for 30 minutes of just sitting there, worrying that everyone wasn't going to make it. Today was supposed to be the best day of my life, but we had to take a detour when an out of control SUV decided differently. I was really looking forward to the day that I got out of school for a whole day. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love school and I love learning new things