My Fantastic Horrible Day

My Fantastic, Horrible Day

Tragedy

Author's Note:

In my literature group we all were asked certain basic like "Pick a type of clothing" for all of our answers we all had to try to use as many as possible with making sense and no having random things happen in the writing.

It was March, the month of our anniversary, I think he might propose, anything is possible when your waking up to the birds singing and the sun coming up and shining through your window giving my room the extra heat that it desires. I slither out of my bed like a snake, and slip on my largely fluffy robe, as I'm moving down the stairs and into the kitchen like a robot, I grab a bowl of cookie crisp and begin to brew coffee. The coffee breezes through my throat craving for more. Once I start sipping instead of chugging it down I remembered my dream from last tonight. Tonight is going to be a big night. It was my boyfriend Calvin, and me's 3 year anniversary, and all my friends thought he was gong to propose, so I needed to prepare.

I hoped into my car and started the engine, which is always a good feeling turning the car key, and suddenly feeling in control. With the leather chair underneath me supporting my destination. I'm cruising through the streets, and I pull off to the local market. Finally, I got to the store and it's already one o'clock and the dinner is at five, so I have time to spare. Aisle by aisle I looked for things I need for tonight. Most of them were all just food, which I didn’t need because we were going to go out for dinner tonight. My face begins to go from a smile into a frown because I can't find what I'm looking for. All I can find is food, random kid toys like alpacas and platypuses which leaves me nowhere, so I start heading out of the store thinking might as well get mints, you never no what your going to eat. I'm in the check up line and across the way I see the most cutest orange tank top ever invented and I knew I had to have it. Also, it was Calvin's favorite color which was a total bonus. I grab the shirt and go back in line and drift off about my night. How he would come in being all romantic giving me roses, and how we would live happily ever after. We'll have our honeymoon and bike around in a very tropic area with a beautiful waterfall as the background. Then, I saw three kids Carmen, Nick, and Rosalie. I snap back to reality and I'm disappointed to not have that as my life. To be living in a crowned, and loud city like New York, but it's okay soon that life will come. As I'm leaving the market I look up at the sky and then the sunlight takes an exit.

Once I get home I realize that I still haven't taken a shower or cleaned anything so I knew I had to get moving. Feeling the steamy hot shower bounce all over my body, giving it a boost of energy. I dry myself off with a smooth, warm  towel. I dried off my body, and then starting putting on all of my new clothes, fitting to my body.  Next step was for me to put on my mask, the mask that covers all of my blemishes.

 Finally I'm done. I cruised down the stairs and pressed play on the voicemail box. I listen as it says "Three new messages, first message sent Wednesday at 2:47 PM… Hey Carly! Its's Jessica I wanted to know if you wanted to go to the movies on Friday, it's at 9 o'clock. Bye!... End of message. Next message sent yesterday at  11:03 AM… Hi Carly! It's your big sis calling to let you know there's a family dinner mom put together and your part of the family! It's Next week Sunday and It's an open house dinner and lunch. Hope to see you there, Bye!... End of message. Last message sent today at 4:30 PM…Hi Hun, It's Calvin... I'm incredibly sorry, but I can't come tonight. I didn't want it to end like this at all, but I think you’re a great person, but just no the one for me, Again I'm sorry. Bye… End of message. No more messages." My heart sank to the ground. I've been waiting for the night what felt like forever. I wanted to take a hammer to my head because I was stressed, angry, and sad. My life has flashed before my eyes and my night comes to a tragic ending . I feel alone and isolated. My home which is filled with love and care goes to creepy and ghostly.  I look outside and notice the weather changed once again from dark cloudy, to thunder and lightning. I start asking myself why is this happening to me? Did I do something wrong?

I walked back up my room almost crawling, and tears drip down my face. Crushed by the man who loves me, or loved anyway. I walked outside to my balcony and just stayed there because to me there is no point in living anymore.

The Circuit

When you make the decision to become a parent you have to make sacrifices  for your kids. You can't call quits. You have to make the best life possible for each child. In the story "The Circuit" the dad doesn't live up to his expectations.

The frightening thing about this story is that it's so true. Parents not giving their children the amount of love they need, sounds about right. I don't know if it's that is hard to make enough money or find time to spend with them; and that's why they don't get the proper care. I feel as if you make the commitment to have a child, you have to give them what they need; and if you can't do this them you have to put the baby up for adoption to give her/him a better life. Or, just don't have a baby.

How this relates to the story is that Papa makes crucial mistakes. He makes choices that he thinks is best for the family, but it doesn't seem like it. As their family moves again his son Panchito was sad. Then, he went to school and ended up loving it. Right as Panchito got home the family was moving again. Education is an important thing in kids life. Therefore, I thought Papa made a very bad decision.

When I read stories like this one, it makes me feel better that my parents do make the time to spend with me even if they have a million things on their plate. Like when my mom just a week or two ago took a day off from work to chaperone for a school field trip; and the whole time I didn't talk to any of my friends, and she didn't talk to the other parents. My mom and I don't spend as much time together as I would like so it touched my heart that she went out of her way to do this for me. Another thing is that my dad is the best thing that I could have. He's always in the bleachers cheering me on at every game, when the rest of my family can't make it. Or when I tell him I need to buy a shirt for the dance and get make-up he says "Don't worry about it, it on me." For me, that was huge, because usually knowing me, it's not one or two dollars.

The point to this story was to do what's necessary for your child no matter what the circumstances are. Also, noticing your kids, and not making decisions based upon you, but for the greater good of your family.

All Summer in a Day

Some people may say that they fear spiders or maybe snakes, but those are the people who haven't found what we should fear the most; isolation. In the story "All Summer in a Day" Margot has faced this miserable problem.

One of her problems it being disliked by so many people in her class. If I was a person who had people rolling their eyes at me and using nonverbal communications I would feel horrible! I think that Ray Bradbury did an amazing job with this piece of writing. He captured a lot of emotion and put so much feeling into the characters.

His story gave me the idea of a story that I heard the other day when I heard a story relating to the isolation and loneliness that Margot had. The story was about how scientists put one monkey in a room all by there self giving shelter, food and warmth.  They wanted to see how the monkey would adapt to being by there self. The monkey was never held once. The monkey went to the corner of the room and didn't eat and starved and almost died.

The reason why the scientist did this is because it's scary to never be loved, or talked to. And that people can go insane or commit suicide because of this. How this came together with the story is because Margot felt so alone and everyone made fun of her because she was different and didn't fit in they put her in a closet and locked it. Finally, the kids went to open the door and they noticed it was silent. They opened the door even more slowly and let Margot out. After reading this I thought Margot killed herself because she felt so isolated.

Margot is not a real character, but there are people in the world that go through this and that is a crime. The story teaches us what to fear; the fear of being isolated. Just one person is all anyone needs. If we don't have that one person we will be lost, clueless and then become insane, and perhaps … take your own life.

Something that Made a Mark

Author's Note:

The reason I chose this particular piece is because last year I never got the chance to finish this piece. In this piece I was trying to work on word choice. In the past I haven't quite succeeded in that category.

Have you ever been in a moment where you can feel someone behind screaming I told you so? Where right as you’re having an amazing time, the world comes crumbling down on you. Then, you're starting feeling pain all in one spot. And you look down and say "Wow that's a lot of blood."

One day in second grade my brother Jordan had a basketball tournament and our entire family came along. During one game I was hanging out with my brother's friends little sisters. We were just acting like us which means running and having fun. We were talking under the bleachers while playing a game of tag and we saw the person who was “it” so, we ran away. As the clumsy person I am, I tripped on the edge of the bleachers on a sharp piece of metal that sliced a chunk of my skin and it was gushing blood. Then, I told my friend to tell her mom. I was lying on the ground screeching extremely loud with pain. And as mad as I was at that moment, everything of course had to get worse. There just so happens to be a little boy that was staring at me with a blank face and he said "Are you okay?” In the most annoy ingest voice in the world at the worst possible moment.  So, I just ignored him. Everyone in the whole building was staring at me and all the basketball games stopped and more people were staring! My dad came over and the assistant coach came over as well with a medical kit and wrapped pre-rap around my ankle. He wrapped tons of layers around my ankle. Next, my dad picked me up and was walking fairly quickly to our van and my mom drove off to the nearest hospital with me and family friend.

What I remember next, was that I got to the hospital and nurses all came to me and put me in a wheel chair and rolled me into a room, while me mom was signing papers for me. The nurses put me on a nice comfy bed and I got to watch T.V. Next, they started putting this goop on me and they said it was supposed to numb the area. The numbing medicine felt cold and was dripping off my ankle. About 5 minutes later my ankle felt like it couldn't move and if it did then I would have no control over it and I would fall.

Then everything was ready for the doctor to come in and begin the procedure. I was so scared while he was putting gloves on and picking up utensils that seemed intense and sharp. Everyone was prepared for operation but the only thing is, that I wasn’t, I was terrified of what was going to happen next. My stomach was starting to swell up and I felt like I was going to pass out.

Later on, very late at night they finished putting stitches on my ankle. My mom’s friend gave me the bracelet she was wearing and said “You can have this for being so brave.” Then a nurse gave me a wheel chair once again and I was practicing using it, and I ramming into things and making a lot of noise. Eventually when we got to leave the hospital they let me take the wheel chair with me for the rest of the time I was at my brother’s tournament.  Once we got back to the hotel I was extremely excited, the only reason I like going to my brother’s tournaments is to go swimming. So, I asked my mom if I could go swimming and she said no because she didn’t want any of the stitches to come out or anything to get infected, which made me want to scream and act like a little child. The only thing that I could do while everyone was swimming was sitting with the parents and eating food. I was not happy. At least there were different varieties of delicious snacks. After my long dramatic day of pain I started get very sleepy so I knew it was time to hit the hay but, before I fell asleep my dad gave me a stuffed animal, and a huge bag a tootsie pops. Which proves a point; when you’ve had a bad day it can always get better with candy! Now, speed forward about 5 years.

Still to this day I have the mark to that one day I tripped under the bleachers. I will never forget any of the little moments that happened that day; candy, the bracelet, wheel chair and many more. The interesting thing about my scar is that you can tell when I grow because the scar moves up my leg! When I got the mark it was at my lower ankle almost my foot, and now it’s about 2 or 3 inches above it. Every now and then when my dad and brother see the scar on my ankle we retell the story and my dad says it look like an L meaning “Listen” because he told me not to go under the bleachers. My brother says it’s an L for “Loser”. And I personally think it looks like a boomerang.

I think the lesson in all of this is that when your parents tell you something you should probably listen. When you think something will be tons of fun it might end up in trouble and your parents know best. And when you don’t listen to them you might end up like me, a girl who was looking for mischief and ended up with a huge cut on her leg, and now a scar for life.

Penguins

If you think of birds what’s the first thing that pops into your head? For me it was flying. I thought that because birds all fly right? That statement is wrong though, because an ostrich, turkey, emu, and a penguin cannot fly.   

Most of these animals can’t fly because their bodies are too big and their wings are too small. An ostrich makes sense why it can’t fly because they’re enormous while their wings aren’t so much. What doesn’t make sense to me is why a penguin can’t fly. Their wings seem big enough to get the job done. So why can’t they fly?

The penguins do have wings but, their wings are meant for swimming rather than just flying in the air. Penguins do “fly” underwater at the speed up to 15 to 25 miles per hour. As the penguins being adept swimmers, penguins spend a lot of time underwater. Some penguins spend 75 percent of their lives in the water, which is more than half their life. The thing that the penguins do have in common like any other bird is that they do lay their eggs, and raise their chicks on land. What I think is interesting about the penguins is all penguins live in the Southern Hemisphere, except penguins that live in the zoo.

I think it’s amazing how just a few birds can’t fly. Why is the reason that these few birds didn’t get the chance like any other bird? Personally I think it’s the reason what makes these birds so unique and different from all the others.

Running (Cross Country)

Lots of things in your life you have to rely on someone or a group of people. That’s the reason why I love running so much, because in the end you have no one else to blame but you.

Before you’re racing you’re cheering on your other teammates, but when it’s your grades turn your stomach swells up and it feels like you have to go to the bathroom even though you just went. Then, the referee starts the countdown from 10 minutes, to 5, 4, 3, 2, and 1.  Once, you get to one, everyone gets behind the starting line, get in your team box, and put your best runners in the front. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5….BAM! The gunshot goes off and everyone starts sprinting to get out in front. As I’m starting my pace for the race my body starts feeling num. I start thinking “I hope it won’t be like this for the whole race.” Then sure enough it is. I start looking up in front and see wow I’m in 4^th place out of 200 hundred girls! Now, getting passed a couple of girls but, I stick with it. As, my throat starts getting severely dry and I start getting a cramp on my left side, I knew something was going to go wrong. Once I starting hearing the crowd screaming and yelling, I started picking up my speed, then before you know it I’m sprinting to claim my spot. And just like that I got 6^th place and a medal to remind me of that. Only words and a little detail can describe how I feel during a race. Everywhere in my body I feel num. Sweaty and Hot, because its 80 degrees outside. Lastly, I’m 100% in the zone.

Besides meets, you have practices. Personally I dislike practices more than meets. Number 1 even though you run more at the meets it’s harder to concentrate when you have your friends all around. Especially if you’re someone like me, who loves to talk, it’s very tempting during practices. Whether at meets you know nobody around you. At practices our schedule is incredibly basic, run for 40 minutes come back stretch then a couple work outs then you’re done. The only thing I truly love about cross country practices is sometimes we get to go on free runs. A free run is where you can grab a partner and a watch or phone, and then run wherever you want as long as you’re still around the school district. The thing that always pays off from practices is how well you do at the meets. Then there’s the next day at school.

It’s always a great thing coming to school and feeling like a pop star. Even if it’s just like that in your head but, once you get into your first hour class the fame hopefully begins, I thought. As someone starts speaking on the announcements and the topics goes from the Pledge of Allegiance, to Drama, then finally cross country. As I hear my name I start having a big old grin on my face. This made the start of my day a good one. Sometimes times the littlest things in life can make your day.

Even though I love getting the glory at school, or after the meets or maybe at practice I always have to make sure I was satisfied by what I did. And if I do my best then it never matters what place I get at the end of the day. The one thing about running that makes my day is that no matter how much T.V I watched, or how much food I ate, if I run, and run well I feel accomplished for the day.