Pain. Fear. Hatred. These things is what my life was full of. Love. Laughter. Happiness. I have none of these things. I used to though. I had a great Mom and Dad. We lived in a small house on the sandy shores of a пляж, пляжный in California. I had a small furry Labrador that would beg for any Еда he could get his soft paws on. Usually it was only broccoli.
That life doesn't seem amazing. Well....it still was. The nights my family and I had by the crackling огонь after a dip in the ocean water were my favorite. My mother would sit on the green chair in the corner and braid my long red hair that everyone сказал(-а) was the prettiest thing. Dad would sing in the кухня while he baked банан bread. My dog, Daisy, would chase her tail around the living room and I would giggle. That was ten-years-ago.
Think three years later. I live in a small apartment in New York City with my father and step mom, a woman who acts like the best mother ever. But when your father leaves she tries to get Ты to take meth and пиво bottles she hides in my closet. That way if my Dad finds them he would get mad at me. Not her.
My mother was killed in a car accident. She was my Избранное person on this planet. People would say that my mother was like a living angel. She went out of her way to help people. Her sweet face was like sunshine and Whenever I was sad или I had a bad день she would comfort me. Lots of people from the neighborhood came to her funeral. She was a respected woman that everyone loved.
So the horrid years of living with the woman that I considered a bad excuse for anything went bye. I became a teenager. My hormones and mood swings danced around everywhere and there was no one to explain them too. My father wouldn't understand and my step-mom had this idea that I was her hideous slave.
Then, one night, as I gazed up at the starry sky from my window I realized something. The sky was black. It was dark. Like me, I was lonely and sad light the black sky. But there were the stars there, so big and bright. Like the good things in life. I didn't have any of those stars. But my mother was one of the stars. My past memories were the stars. My щенок that my new mother gave away. The one person who actually liked me at school, my friend Kaylin. So I grabbed my things and put them in a bag.
I wasn't thinking strait. I thought that running away from my life would bring me closer to those bright stars that were shining above me. But I still ran. I didn't know where I was going. I had no money. или food. But the fact that I was going to get closer to those stars. I was going to feel there warm heat. Their hope that everyone got. But when the big truck hit me each звезда ran away.
It was black. A cold still nothingness. It filled my mind and soul. I was walking in the nothingness. With nothing on me. I had none of my belongings. None of my things. But until suddenly a giant glowing gate in the distance opened up to me. I waled through hoping it would take me out of the nothingness. And I found myself in a flowing white dress. My red hair braided down my back with silver beads strung through my strands of red. I felt happy. And bright. Like an angel. или a princess.
I laughed as a little girl on a white dog screamed by me in laughter. I saw an old couple embracing themselves. The old lady was crying as she hugged the old man. And then I saw my mother. She was a striking image of me only older. She had her arms opened up welcoming me.
She smiled and it all got brighter.
"Welcome Izzy." She сказал(-а) while calling my name. Her bright ocean blue eyes sparkled as millions of people in white came to hug me. I was now home.
I'm not Письмо this story to make Ты confused. или frustrated. But to realize, we always can find our happiness. Not by looking at your bad things in life. Not by making your life ruined. But by smiling at those stars. Going forward, never back. By becoming one of those stars. A happy memory. A happy, good person.
Always look on the bright side. Thats where the stars are, right?
That life doesn't seem amazing. Well....it still was. The nights my family and I had by the crackling огонь after a dip in the ocean water were my favorite. My mother would sit on the green chair in the corner and braid my long red hair that everyone сказал(-а) was the prettiest thing. Dad would sing in the кухня while he baked банан bread. My dog, Daisy, would chase her tail around the living room and I would giggle. That was ten-years-ago.
Think three years later. I live in a small apartment in New York City with my father and step mom, a woman who acts like the best mother ever. But when your father leaves she tries to get Ты to take meth and пиво bottles she hides in my closet. That way if my Dad finds them he would get mad at me. Not her.
My mother was killed in a car accident. She was my Избранное person on this planet. People would say that my mother was like a living angel. She went out of her way to help people. Her sweet face was like sunshine and Whenever I was sad или I had a bad день she would comfort me. Lots of people from the neighborhood came to her funeral. She was a respected woman that everyone loved.
So the horrid years of living with the woman that I considered a bad excuse for anything went bye. I became a teenager. My hormones and mood swings danced around everywhere and there was no one to explain them too. My father wouldn't understand and my step-mom had this idea that I was her hideous slave.
Then, one night, as I gazed up at the starry sky from my window I realized something. The sky was black. It was dark. Like me, I was lonely and sad light the black sky. But there were the stars there, so big and bright. Like the good things in life. I didn't have any of those stars. But my mother was one of the stars. My past memories were the stars. My щенок that my new mother gave away. The one person who actually liked me at school, my friend Kaylin. So I grabbed my things and put them in a bag.
I wasn't thinking strait. I thought that running away from my life would bring me closer to those bright stars that were shining above me. But I still ran. I didn't know where I was going. I had no money. или food. But the fact that I was going to get closer to those stars. I was going to feel there warm heat. Their hope that everyone got. But when the big truck hit me each звезда ran away.
It was black. A cold still nothingness. It filled my mind and soul. I was walking in the nothingness. With nothing on me. I had none of my belongings. None of my things. But until suddenly a giant glowing gate in the distance opened up to me. I waled through hoping it would take me out of the nothingness. And I found myself in a flowing white dress. My red hair braided down my back with silver beads strung through my strands of red. I felt happy. And bright. Like an angel. или a princess.
I laughed as a little girl on a white dog screamed by me in laughter. I saw an old couple embracing themselves. The old lady was crying as she hugged the old man. And then I saw my mother. She was a striking image of me only older. She had her arms opened up welcoming me.
She smiled and it all got brighter.
"Welcome Izzy." She сказал(-а) while calling my name. Her bright ocean blue eyes sparkled as millions of people in white came to hug me. I was now home.
I'm not Письмо this story to make Ты confused. или frustrated. But to realize, we always can find our happiness. Not by looking at your bad things in life. Not by making your life ruined. But by smiling at those stars. Going forward, never back. By becoming one of those stars. A happy memory. A happy, good person.
Always look on the bright side. Thats where the stars are, right?
I had saved Bruno's life. He knew it was too dangerous to be on a mounain, he teleported to the Apache Junction. Unknowing where we were, we camped out. We heard someone walking outside and when we walked out, it was Apache Indians. They started talking, they were speaking Indian so we couldn't tell what they were saying. Bruno threw red circles at their necks, and when they landed, they started speaking english. One of them сказал(-а) " Why are Ты here? This is the Junction! Get Out!" Me and Bruno looked at each other. We ran as fast as we could, but, I wasn't fast enough. They grabbed me by the hair and pulled me away. Luckily, Bruno put his hand in the bon-fire and threw the огонь at the indians. The ran away with so much fear, they fell off a cliff. Bruno grabbed my hand until the reached a forest, there was a small waterfall by the forest.
Everyone has a red glass window.It's called your heart.People's windows differ from others,some windows are shaded out and don't let any light come in and than there are some windows that are open to whatever goes pass their them.
Is your window open или closed out?
Would Ты let the air in if Ты had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to Любовь and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to Любовь sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet Любовь so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!
Is your window open или closed out?
Would Ты let the air in if Ты had the chance?
My window has been open for quite some time and the same gush of wind keeps coming in and I've grown to Любовь and need that one breath that air gives me.But that gush of wind I've grown to Любовь sometimes easily breaks my window with it's power.But yet can easily fix my window up again with it's strength.It is a constant fight between letting that gush of wind in because I'm afraid of the wind breaking my window once more.But that same gush of wind I'm so scared of but yet Любовь so much,loves me as well but that wind can spread far.Far enough to other people's windows as well.
Always an constant fight between the wind and the window!