only ten‚ and I only seven. At the time my mother worked third shift‚ she was driving us to our baby-sitters house. It was dark out‚ I don’t remember exactly what time it was but it was late. I had on my favorite pink nightgown‚ it was wet from running to the car in the downpour. I was on the right side of the backseat looking out at the rain‚ it was raining very hard that night. No one was talking‚ we were all very tired. There was no radio playing--my mother hated music. looking out the window
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twitter‚ Facebook and I would always come up with some bullshit person just pretending to be someone‚ and although they saw it as some funny game but it was a nasty joke to me that would tare up my hope every year. So when my mom’s (my real mom’s) personal investigator found the names of my brother and my birth mom the first thing I did was search for them on Facebook‚ I found my brother and I messaged him three times on October 29‚ 2013 and received nothing. Finally when I had given up on everything
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my year named Lillian. I overheard some of the moms talking and I felt concerned when I heard my dad’s name‚ but I chose not to worry about it. I was unbothered by the opinions of adults at that age. I felt exhausted and sweaty because I had been running all day‚ but I was excited about my new soccer friends and had gotten Lillian’s mom’s phone number so we could communicate outside of soccer. I overheard
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Does moving to a new place change everything you ever experience? Moving to a whole new descriptive place is like being pop out of your mothers belly again. Especially‚ when you move to a place where the language‚ the food‚ the people‚ school and everything else is brand new. Those type of situations‚ shape your way of living in a constructive way that will affect the rest of your lifestyle. That’s the same situation that made me have a life change into a whole new story. Almost 15 years ago‚ my
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There have been several occasions where I’ve felt my body respond to an emotionally charged situation‚ but most recently‚ I would have to say is going back to school. I am a 34 year old‚ single mother of two. I didn’t graduate from a typical high school due to issues at home but did wind up obtaining my H.S. Diploma from an adult high school. My family does not play much of a role in mine or my children’s lives. My ex was abusive towards me for ten years before I finally had enough and left‚ taking
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the morning‚ precisely at 6:15‚ which is when my dad barged into the house. my room barking for me to get ready. If you’re wondering why so early? Well‚ it was. because this whole “trip” was about going to Mt. Rushmore about 5 hours and 30 minutes away (exciting am I right). I got up and then started picking out my clothes from the closet‚ but just as he left I flew back into bed superman style for another 15 minutes. When I finally got up I brushed my teeth‚ put on my clothes‚ and quickly splashed
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sitting in a freezer than a vehicle‚ which would make me a piece of meat‚ ready to be thawed out‚ seasoned‚ and slow-cooked. Man‚ now I am cold and hungry. Through the translucent windshield‚ Monty’s truck was only a murky blob as he returned and drove away. I turned the car on and cranked the heat up to high‚ waiting for my seat warmer to work its magic. Trying to put some feeling back into my stiff fingers‚ I fiddled with the radio controls‚ immediately relaxing as familiar music enveloped me. Help
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I still remember that phone call. I can still hear our old landline tumbling to the hardwood floor after slipping out of my mother’s hands. The voice was muffled‚ somber‚ but I could still make out a few of the words. It wasn’t until my mom turned to me and I realized that her face had gone white‚ that I understood what was happening. I remember that day‚ too. I woke up late because I had spent almost the entire night trying to finish my essay. The “Mira! It’s so late. Come out of your room!” My
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“Never put your key to happiness in someone else’s pocket.”~Anonymous. It was the Fourth of July‚ and my parents were planning a small party with our next-door neighbors. By this time I was in third grade and very close to a friend my age that lived next door. He had a little brother‚ who I thought was pretty intimidating for his age‚ considering he never obeyed or listened to anyone‚ and made up his own rules‚ like a visualante. On the other hand I had two sisters. The older one‚ Ronnie‚ I thought
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them and was off to upstate New York for the next 62 days. This was day when I look back upon it changed my life forever. I was not the most well behaved kid and I had gone through a rough patch over the last two years which lead to me getting sent away to wilderness and then later boarding school for the next 26 straight months. I had gotten kicked out of my two previous high schools and had fallen into the wrong crowd and had started using‚ stealing‚ vandalizing‚ and skipping school often. This
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