World History

  • My little brother was born

    My little brother was born on March 15th, 2015. I remember being pulled out of class to go home early, I was so excited because I had just gotten new Barbies, but when my dad didn't take the usual route home and we ended up at the hospital, I knew exactly why we were there. I went into the room where my mom way laying, she was exhausted. My dad pulled up a chair next to my mom, sat me down, and showed me my best friend.
  • I moved from my hometown

    5th grade year ended in me moving 3,000 miles away from the only place I had known. I was so excited the week before, then the day before we left, I realized what was actually going to happen. The next morning we invited a bunch of family over to say goodbye, but the only person I wanted to see, wasn't there. We were about to start our trip when we stopped for gas, and my best friend was there. I got to see her one last time before I left, I gave her the longest hug ever. I miss her everyday.
  • The start of middle school

    I started 6th grade in a new state, with no friends, and no idea of how difficult the next three years would be. The first day of 6th grade, I cried because I couldn't open my locker, I was so mad at my mom for trying to help me. Now that I look back on it, I feel horrible for the way I treated my parents, I'm surprised they didn't beat the crap out of me, because I would've. I ended 6th grade with a bunch of friends, it was hard along the way, but I eventually got it.
  • 7th grade year...

    You could not pay me enough to relive 7th grade. In the beginning I had a good friend group, by quarter two the started being really annoying so I stopped hanging out with them. Almost all of quarter two and three, they made my life miserable. They would corner me in the locker rooms and a bunch of other stuff. In the end, I finally told a "trusted adult" and he screamed in mine and my moms faces and said it was my fault for letting it happen. So I went home school for quarter four, I hated it.
  • My Baby girl died

    I had just gotten off the bus to walk home and when I got inside, my whole family was there, waiting for me. I thought that my dad died because he was at work and I'm always worried something bad will happen, but my mom pulled me close and told me that my dog, Minnie died. I broke down, I had never cried that hard in my life. I was bed ridden for days, I just didn't want to let go of my baby girl.