Voice - Free Write
Write a short character sketch of someone you dislike (you need not reveal this person's identity). Write a monologue in which that person tells you an anecdote from his or her childhood.
Images - American History Looks for Light - A Prayer for the Survival of Barack Obama by Roger Bonair - Agard
American History Looks for Light - A Prayer for the Survival of Barack Obama by Roger Bonair - Agard Discussion Questions: Identify the images used in this poem. You may refer to chapter 2 of Imaginative Writing and your class partner (s) for assistance. Consider how to the images in this poem appeal to the senses of the reader. Identify at least two concrete, significant details. Identify one figure of speech that enhances the ways this poet used images. Be "Reader of a Writerly Kind" In the comments box below, write about one of your favorite images in the poem and why it appealed to you as "a reader of a writerly kind". This answer should only be 2-3 sentences. Best practices include drafting the statement using word software and posting the revised answer into the comments box below.
She grew up with a mom who was a teacher at my old high school. She was my bully. She would call me and make fun of me. She would create fake accounts and message me hurtful things. She doesn’t get disciplined and doesn’t follow rules at home, which is why she is who she is.
ReplyDeletewhen i was a child my parents knew that i would not go very far. they are extremely smart however i chose a different path for my life. they nurtured me as a child and tried to make sure that i grew up in the best way possible. They used to try to make me watch educational tv and play games with them but i didn’t want to do that. all i wanted to do was get into trouble. and get into trouble i did. One christmas, i wrecked the christmas tree, I ripped open all of the presents before christmas, and i got coal in my stocking. honestly i expected much worse. it was a good christmas. -kate henderson
ReplyDeleteIn the company of someone who i dislike with a passion I am usually never open to speaking to them about things that go any deeper than what is the homework in our math class. She was having a bad day a few weeks ago. Being hesitant to ask her what was wrong because I was not interested in hearing about her boy drama, I calmly asked her why she was in a bad mood. Little did I know her mother had passed away a few years ago on that day. I do not think that a tragedy is an excuse for rude behavior, however I cannot imagine who I would be today without my mom. Suddenly everything started to make sense about her behavior the whole time i have known her. She was struggling with something that very few people struggle with and felt alone, hence why she acts the way she does. I have learned from this that people really are going through things that we have no idea about. I have no idea what happened in their past, I have no idea what happened when they were walking to class this morning. It truly was eye opening to see how we all act like we are in this together, but most of the time we are in this alone.
ReplyDeleteEmma Caudill
ReplyDeleteFive feet two inches tall, blonde hair, woman, button nose, my ex girlfriend.
ReplyDeleteOn my 15th birthday I threw a party with some of my closest friends. I invited my best friend from high school, my twin sister, my twin sisters boyfriend, and you. The party was so much fun, we played games, ate dinner, had cake, opened presents, and all that fun birthday stuff. But when the adults went to sleep, that’s when the real party started. I found the alcohol out of my parents cupboard and we all started drinking, except for you. You never liked drinking. When most of us got drunk, you had to take care of us. I’m sure it wasn’t fun for you, but we had a blast. Eventually, you had to drive home. And as soon as you left, I invited another boy over. I cheated.
She tells me that when she was younger she would get bullied. People growing up disliked her because of how she acted and was rude to others. In middle she told me that one time after school she got in a fight with some other girls because she was talking about them. She never liked me throughout high school because she was envious of certain things that happened between us. We were never friends and she always found ways to not like me. She never could keep a group of friends all throughout her childhood which explains why she is the way she is
ReplyDelete"When I was just starting to play basketball I was really excited to play because I genuinely loved the game. My parents would come every weekend to see how good I was. They were so proud of me until this one girl blocked my shot. I went to shoot a three and she jumped high enough to get the ball away from me. The car ride home neither my mom nor dad would talk to me. It took them two days to finally say something. In a quiet voice my father said: we will expect nothing but perfection from you. I realized that they held me to a certain standard because in all fairness I was the best. I am the best. Failure is not an option because failure is for the imperfect."
ReplyDeleteShe avoids eye contact most times and fidget with her clothes. She tends to sweep her thick brown hair from left to right absentmindedly every few seconds. She wears a permanent look of disgust on her face. “My sister took the big bedroom so I sleep in the closet basically. She is so annoying. I’m entirely offended that anyone thinks I look like her. One day, she played music so loud that I threw a shoe at her as hard as I could. It was hilarious. She screamed and I shut my door. I was so happy I got her square in the face.”
ReplyDeleteAvery Gulgren
ReplyDeleteShe made my high school experience horrible. She was never happy with herself and felt like she needed to take that out on me. She was jealous. I always had the attention of someone she wanted and she wanted to get me out of the picture. She was someone who always went after what she wanted and I had what she wanted but unfortunately she had the bad side of that quality and that followed her all throughout high school.
The person I don’t like has dark hair and super skinny. She cares so much about what other people think that she is willing to starve herself to get people to like her. Her mother is very religious and therefore she cannot wear certain things in public. She wears them anyway and goes against her mothers wishes to be more conservative. She may act like your friend until someone new comes along or a guy in which she wants to “hang out” with. This is a story of what she told me one time.
ReplyDelete“Yeah so when I was younger my mother had my sister. She had me so young and I have no idea how she could even have this one. Anyway, since my sister had been in the picture, I am just completely forgotten about. Like I know you feel a similar way but mine is way worse. Like my mom doesn’t even care that I am going out anymore, like I want her money and she is not giving it to me. Like how rude. She just bought me a car but it’s disgusting and the worst color I could even have. I know you don’t have a car and trust me you don’t want the one I have, it’s terrible. She won’t even let my guy best friend come over. Like she is so self-centered and I cannot even work with her on certain topics. She just gets on me about my homework and how I’m failing two classes but like get over yourself. Ugh like I honestly think it would be better if my younger sister was born dead.”
As my friends and I are going around trauma dumping, it finally gets to her. I've never liked her, the way that she thinks she's better than everyone and tried to outdo everyone with her lifestyle. She starts talking about how in her last relationship her boyfriend did things to her and she is so "distraught" over it. "We were together for four months and he was so sweet and caring. My parents were hesitant about him at first because of our age difference but I fell for him nonetheless. When I broke up with him, it hurt my heart. I don't know how to feel about it because he denied it even happened. Here I am now after a few months and I wrote a song about it. Well, I wrote a few songs. You guys want to hear it?" My best friend and I give each other a look because we know that she's lying and trying to pay the victim because her ex is one of my closest friends and he wouldn't do that to people. "Oh, you guys will love my song" she starts singing along with it off-key. "You know I should really speak up more about it and maybe find somebody who will publish this song because it's really good." She just keeps going on and on about it till I finally tell her to stop because some people have actually experienced things like what she says she went through. All she does is scoff and show us the rest of her songs that's she's written about her trauma, at that point I was done listening to her try to get the attention of others so I left.
ReplyDeleteMy parents showed love and tried their hardest to get me where I need to be. I couldn't live up to their expectations. It put so much pressure and I took that pressure off on other people and told people when they were being disappointments. I did this because that's who I was afraid to be.
ReplyDelete"I will never forgive my mom for what she did. Michigan was the place for me, I was so happy there. Then she took it all away and moved into the wasteland that is Southeastern Kentucky. I was not the same after I moved. The first month there was miserable, I didn’t want to talk to anyone and wouldn’t talk to my mom for weeks. I could walk to see my friends and have fun in Michigan, but there in Southeastern Kentucky there’s just mountains and miles between you and any form of civilization. And the people there are so backwards, no wonder this place is so poor. I belong back in Michigan with others who think like me. I still have not forgiven her."
ReplyDeleteMy childhood was not something to brag about. I lived with my mom, my sister, and my dog. My father was never really in my life so I took out all of my frustration on my mother. She was not perfect in any means, but she definitely didn’t deserve what I put her through. She was constantly working so she was never home, but when she was home all of her attention went to whoever she was dating at the time. I felt alone. My sister was constantly reminding me of everything I did wrong and my own mother wouldn’t pay attention to me. To help me feel better about myself, I often projected my insecurities onto those around me, including my friends. I wanted them to feel more insecure in themselves than I felt about myself, so at least one person was jealous of me. In reality, I was actually jealous of them
ReplyDeleteThe idiotic tendencies, of course most likely only in my opinion. The rage filled blowouts. The random comments, mentions, hints of such things that would make one cringe with udder disappointment. Of course, it wasn't an easy childhood that they endured, or as they said. From the multiple (to clarify, they were all different) stories that were told regarding it. The abuse from multiple people, not just relatives. The mixed emotions attacking them, ones of a bipolar habit. Being kicked into the world at a young age, one younger than most; For a reason that was uncontrolled, yet handled poorly. All of these events affecting him to what I would say the person they are today.
ReplyDeleteShe seems like s nice person but she did something rude to me with the guy I liked. I shouldn’t be mad at her but I am. She says she comes from a rough background, her parents abuse drugs, and she had a bad childhood
ReplyDeleteThis reminds me of my ex. He was simply a pathetic human being who had nothing better to do than bring people down
ReplyDeleteshe was my 4th-grade teacher. she told me i was never going to do anything with my life. she also only picked me on me in a class with 30 other people. every day it was something new. she was a grown adult trying to make herself feel good by picking on a little kid. she wasn't liked by anyone in this class. everyone knew i was THE only one getting picked on.
ReplyDeleteWritten from the perspective of a former cross country teammate. We had a big falling out our junior year but have since resolved the issues between us.
ReplyDelete“I never felt like I was able to be myself, you know? I always had my parents breathing down my neck to do the most, be the best, run the fastest. I was always being compared to you and the other people in our grade, especially my twin. Everything does not have to be the best for me to succeed. Remember the rainy race we ran at that one farm-y high school? Everybody on the team was running crazy times because it was so cool for an early season race. I remember everyone getting back to the tent and like congratulating each other and in great moods. Well, I didn’t run a good race that day. I ran awful because my spikes got caked with mud in the first mile and my feet were heavy during the faster parts and everyone started passing me and coach was yelling because he knew I was better than that- I know I was better than that! I ran a shitty race and I was aware. I didn’t need someone else to tell me. But yeah, anyway, when we got back to the tent and everybody was happy I was just worried and I could feel my anxiety just looming. I knew my dad was going to get there any minute and ask to walk away from the team with me and he was going to quietly rip me a new one because of how I ran compared to the rest of the guys. Of course it doesn’t help my mind to remember that I am a skinny white guy who looks anorexic and can’t help that he says no body fat because he was a premie. All I can do is take it though. I take it and then it dwells in my brain and then I think about all of the bad parts of myself and how I want to fix it so my father likes me better after I run a race.”
Alison Belford:
ReplyDeleteThis person told me they were my friend, but instead acted as if they couldn't care less if I was alive or dead. They told me they were there for me, when in reality they were selfish. I was stupid enough to burry my own weight of insecurity and depression down inside of me to put on a mask of joy so this person would like me. When I showed myself at a low point, they left. I was there for them in their time of need, but they could not reciprocate the same feeling. They would say, "Growing up, my dad was never around to show me the affection and commitment a father should show." This made it clear to me that they don't have the compassion from a parent figure in their life, so they never learned how to be there for someone else because they always had to be their own rock. "I've always taken care of myself, I don't need anyone", is another phrase I heard from their mouth. After caring for their needs, and no getting the same in return, we stopped talking. Everyone has had some traumatic experience, but it's not an excuse to not reciprocate the feeling of love given to them by a friend.
A physically large, old, mean spirited librarian. I have always been someone who keeps to themselves and gets annoyed when i see an extrovert having fun with their friends. I'm jealous of them and how good they are at making new friends. My friends are my books and when I am in a group of people I wish they would all be quiet so I can read my books. One day in Middle School there was a boy who was one of the extrovert types who seemed to be friends with everyone in the class. Our class went to the library and he was being somewhat loud and he was making his group of friends laugh and they were having a good time. I did something I never do and i told him to shut up. I became embarrassed because he didn't quit and they still had a good time while I was stewing in sadness.
ReplyDeleteWe went to school together in early high school. In the beginning I had no problem with her as our high school careers had just started and everyone was new and nervous. As the years continued, she started to annoy me more and more and cause problems for me everyday. At one point she tried to ruin my image to everyone including those close to me. I grew to hate her with every passing day and started to hope the worst for her. As time went on though I eventually learned that her father was diagnosed with a chronic disease and didn’t know how to deal with it and put her anger and hate on me.
ReplyDeleteThis girl was a student at my old high school. She was not kind to anyone except her closest friends--and even in that case sometimes she was not nice to them. One of her friends explained that she was overly kind to her because she was afraid of her. We were once friends, then one day something changed. She disliked me and I was never quite sure why. She is no longer a part of my life.
ReplyDeleteI went to private school my whole life, I never really had much change with the environment I was in. I've lived my entire life in suburban Roswell, Georgia and my family knows all the people in my neighborhood. I like to consider ourselves a tight knit community, maybe even a little too tight. When I was in second grade my next door neighbors moved in. I remember peering out my bedroom window and seeing a boy that looked about my age jump out of the backseat of a black BMW. Since I was only eight or nine, I was very excited to meet him because I had yet to develop my judgmental personality. The very next day I came knocking at his door and sure enough his mom answered with a smile. She let me in, and called upstairs for James. The blonde boy from the driveway came running down the stairs and I knew we were going to be friends. We grew up playing football on the street and riding our bikes to the park. He was my best friend. We were so similar and I had no need to open my mind to new people.
ReplyDeleteYou were one of the first people I trusted. You were a home I never had. I finally felt like I had a family, and yet you grew distant from me. Every weekend I'd spend with you, laughing at dinners, attending birthday parties, and cheering at your sisters dance recital. Then somehow, in an instance I can never place, you were the most distant you'd ever been. You didn't tell me what was going on, and I was too afraid to guess. The family I shared with her was caring and warm, then suddenly she was the coldest friend I'd ever known.
ReplyDelete^Charlie Pesek
DeleteThe person I do not like is who we will refer to as Sally. She is around me height, she always has braids in. Ever since freshman year sally would always try to start drama with me, big or small. And we got into many arguments during those four years. An anecdote that I know about her is that her family did not have a lot of money at one time so they became a foster home.
ReplyDeleteAnd freshman year she was one of my best friends.
DeleteWhen I was in 8th grade my best friend at the time was also my worst enemy. She would belittle me constantly, but I never stood up for myself because I loved her so much and have always wanted to be her friend. As the year went on and her behavior towards me only got worse my mom sat me down and told me that I should not be friends with someone who makes me feel terrible about myself. What I did not know was that her parents were going to a tuff time and instead of confiding in me she would lash out at me because the two people in this world that she loves the most were constantly fighting. Years later in high school she apologized to me and expressed how truly sorry she was for the way she treated me.
ReplyDeleteThere was this kid in second grade, named Mickie- like the stupid mouse- and one day he came in and it was like a different person, he usually had a snivelling, nasally voice, but right then his voice was kind of dead.
ReplyDeleteHe monotoned,
“My dog died today- he died in my arms. I didn’t know what to do so I sat there, in the bright, hot sun, with a still-warm dead Dakota. I don’t know. We were just running around and playing with a coke bottle and then the car was suddenly right in front of us. It happened really fast… like so fast I don’t even remember what type of car it was, I just remember it being blue and the bumper right in front of my face… I could see the whites of Dakota’s eyes… I could see them flash with something. I don’t know. I guess we shouldn’t have been playing in the street. I don’t know. It was so fast, Bella, I didn’t know what to do. There was a lot of blood and it felt so disgusting and the bones were so crunchy… Dakota has always been a strong dog, he’s a Dane, but in that moment… he was a cricket… like the one Billy caught earlier. I don’t know, I just held him. He was gone but he was just there, Bella, he was just there and then he was gone… I don’t know… I want some apple juice. Give me your apple juice.”
One morning freshman year he walked past everyone looking so non-chalanat. No cares in the world just himself and what people think of him. Why when he was walking down the hall did he decide to be passive aggressive that day, I have no idea. He called a group of girls ugly, freshmen who are easily influenced by their older peers. Their self esteem gone. I was in this group of girls trying to understand why he had so much hatred. We decided he was a jerk and not needed but later we heard about how his home life is not what most people are used to. Maybe he was used to shying behind his guardian always having to listen and do as he is told , so when he gets to school it's different he wants to be seen, heard, and acknowledged. At the cost of our self esteem, which was not a factor he cared to think about.
ReplyDeleteThis character is short. He is barely 5 feet tall. He is a nice person but he has the worst haircut that I have ever seen. A monologue that he would say would sound something like this: "I hear people talking about barber shops all of the time, but I have no idea what they are. When I was younger, I never went to any place where they cut hair. Why would I waste money on a haircut when I could spend it on fast food? I keep my hair growing so I can trick people into thinking I am taller than I actually am. When I was a kid I also really enjoyed the movie Tangled. I hope that my hair can be as long as Rapunzel's. In summary, haircut places or these so called "barber shops" are pointless and I will never go to one."
ReplyDeleteWe had a core group of friends that we met in 5th grade and stayed together until 8th grade. As people grow people change, but she changed completely. She stared choosing everything over us. When halloween came we had all planned on having a group costumes, when it was time for us to all get ready together she never showed up. No call, no text, no heads up. Later that night we were out trick or treating and we saw her in a group of girls that she would talk bad about to all of us.
ReplyDeleteI dont like her at all. Maybe Im a jealous person but I hated how she was always the better version of me. Shes smarter, prettier, a lot of people like her, etc. Im not saying that I'm ugly, or dumb but its like shes just that girl. Well I thought she was until sophomore year. She said shit she can never take back, we used to be best friends. And then senior year she went insane. Hanging out with rapists and people who have sexual assult allegations. Shes fake as f*ck. I hate her. I used to be jealous, I guess, but now I would love to curbstomp her.
ReplyDeleteI love being with my friends that are in highschool because I have no other friends in college. And I love being friends with people who have rape allegations because they are sooo cool. But Im also a feminist of course because huma rights! My family is actually well off and I love them but I almost got kicked out. I hated people who smoke weed but I do it now because its trendy and its in style. Im so cool, I smoke everyday now with my highschool friends because they are so cool.
Zoe Brewer
She grew up with only her mother. Her father got sent away when she way young and she did have a really rough childhood. I think this definitely did mess with her mental health at a young age and it still affects her now. She got a lot of sympathy as a kid from other parents and teachers, and this causes her to think now that everything has to go her way and if it doesn't it's a big issue.
ReplyDeleteThis person tends to make me feel bad about myself. They make me feel like I am not as smart as them or as good of a student as they are. They like to belittle the people that care about them the most because they feel threatened. The worst part about my friendship with this person is that they know that they hurt me but they don’t change the way that they treat me. Monologue by them: As a child I grew up happy, free-spirited, and kind. I was known for my radiating positivity and constant smile. I never knew what troubled times felt like until high school. With a loss in my family and the constant competition, I felt like I needed to partake in certain activities to be the best. I honestly lost myself. Actually, I still haven’t even found myself four years later. I know I need to make changes and I know that I hurt the ones that I love most. It’s hard going through high school. Girls are mean, high school gets rough, and homework picks up. All of these things ended up forming me into one of those girls that seemed so hard to talk to and so intimidating. That was and still is me and I am trying to change to be the best version of myself now.
ReplyDeleteWhen i was 14 , i had this “bully”, i never knew why she always talked about me, we grew up together, we shared laughs together, but she always had it out for me, if my hair wasn’t done the right way one day, she would gossip, even started a rumor about me in the 5th grade, high school was really when she started. It became a lot my freshmen year, gossiping right in front of me to her friends, one was actually someone i knew since kindergarten. sophomore was better and junior year, i peaked so she didn’t really have anything to gossip. My senior year, she apologized to everyone she bullied over our last senior zoom and i forgave her but i never forgot.
ReplyDeleteThis is mine by the way.
DeleteShe seemed like a good person to have in my life but I came to realize a few months later that she was very manipulative. She would try to control who I could and couldn't hang out with, would buy me gifts as apologies and ended up talking about me behind my back. I knew that her dad had drinking problems and she had struggled with other issues. I felt awful leaving her the way I did but I had to do what was overall best for me.
ReplyDeleteI had grown up in a small town my entire life. As a child I remember specifically not having a lot to go and do outside of school. The problem with that being that it was very easy to get into trouble or fall in with the wrong group of people. With that said I don't blame my childhood for how I treat others. New things don't necessarily scare me however, having been around the same people in the same town anything outside of what I am used to gets none of my respect. So if you ask if I feel regret for the instant judgment that falls upon anyone new to me the answer is not at all.
ReplyDeleteThere’s not a specific person that comes to mind when I’m asked about someone I dislike. Therefore, their story isn’t so specific. They grew up with me, next door. We had lots of fun and we were inseparable until high school. We had every class together and she would cheat off of me during class and then she would complain that I was smarter than her. She was never really happy for me, so as we got older, we grew apart and now we just don’t talk much. She said as she grew up, she had older siblings that always did things for her, so she never had too much independence. She used that as a reasoning as to why I should do all of her things for her.
ReplyDeleteThe person I dislike used to be one of my closest friends we would do everything together I grew up in a nice neighborhood on the beach and she did not so once we got older she would tell everyone I was rich and stuck up but yet we still had the same clothes on and had some of the same things, After a big fight with each other one of my mutual friends told me she loved everything about my "life" because it seemed perfect yet i was struggling with school and sports we ended up growing apart and I feel like she motivated me to work harder no matter what.
ReplyDeleteThe person that I dislike now is someone that I used to love. They were my favorite person and helped me through a lot. They quickly learned how much they helped and took advantage of that. They knew that I am not very good at standing up for myself and knew that I wouldn't say much when they were rude or too much to me. Granted, a lot of the reason they became more rude to me were experiences they experienced in their life, but it became that they were the only one who was allowed to have any bad days and no one could have a worse day than they could.
ReplyDeleteWe grow up together. We had a friendship of three girls but she tended to act like they were only two people in that friendship and I was clearly not part of that. She created a distance between me and her , I wasn’t the kind of friend she was looking for since I wasn’t willing to get in trouble just to be part of the group. She described me as a mean person and someone difficult to get support from. This was a result of my reactions when she would get me involved with uncomfortable situations
ReplyDeleteHe said I was like a sister to him. We knew each other for a short amount time but that quickly came to an end. We went to neighboring high school and met through a friend. It wasn’t until a year later when he showed his true colors. I remember when he let his friends talk down on black people. As if I would be okay with it. I remember him saying “ I don’t see why your upset, I wasn’t the one who said it.” It was the fact he sat there and let them say those things without speaking up. He then flipped on me and blamed the situation on me. That’s when I knew the type of human he was.
ReplyDeleteNevaeh
DeleteThis is a guy who always gets his last name. There was this one time during one of our extracurricular activities and he was being a complete jerk to one of my friends because he viewed himself in a position to do so. It always kinda made me mad until he started talking to me, then it made me very mad. If I think a person is in a position to be saying the things he said, then I’d be okay with it. But this guy did not do any of the things he was telling others to do and he was yelling at other people when he was the one messing up, when he was the problem. It was always finger pointing and never any ownership when things went bad. But when things were going well, he took all the credit. It was always super frustrating to be apart of. He truly believes that he is in a position to say whatever he wants to whoever he wants and I always thought that was ludicrous.
ReplyDeleteAidan Reid
ReplyDeleteIn middle school I was at the Y playing middle school, I brought a nice ball with me to play with, A couple people wanted to play a game so i put my ball down, I saw some guy walking over there but i didnt pay it any mind, In his perspective he prolly saw a nice basketball lying around and wanted it, I ended up never getting the ball back and it made me mad
She's someone I've spent my whole childhood around, yet have never been able to truly connect with. Every change, story, and event, shes been there. She's seen me at my worst, but what I hate, is that she's seen me at my best. She holds constant grudges unlike me and surrounding people. Mad about things I don't even see being an issue to begin with. She used to be gentle and kind, but now miserable. Hence, the hatred in her seeing me at my best. She knew how to treat people like the best person they could be, but at the same knew how to make you the most miserable, lowest person on the earth. "I don't understand how someone can like her, shes so gross and dirty." Constant statements said about someone she met once, or barely even knew.
ReplyDeleteThis girl was once my friend in high school. She was my friend until she began being really mean to me. At first, I had sympathy for her because she had been through a lot, but i was there for through her worst and she still decided to be hateful towards me and the rest of my friends, making up rumors about us, saying rude things about us, and giving us every reason to no longer be friends with her.
ReplyDeleteShe once told me her story..."When i was younger i had a rough childhood. it all began when my parents first became divorced. At the time i thought this was the worst thing that could happen to me, until it got worse. As i was still trying to adjust to my new lifestyle, my dad figured out that he had cancer. I only had a few years left with him until he passed away while i was in middle school. "
I usually find it hard to truly dislike someone, but when I do it is hard to stop that feeling. This girl thinks she is above everyone else. In which, this personality gives off bad, unwanted vibes from everyone she is around. When she was younger, she grew up with a younger sister in which her mom published their whole life on her instagram page.
ReplyDeleteI grew up with my sister, in which we were not that far apart in age. I thought I owned the town Carmel in which I lived and grew up in. Everybody knew me and my little sister, but more people knew about my mom in which she documented our lives on instagram every day. I felt famous because of this reason.
Throughout high school, I continually was treated horribly by one girl. I always tried my best to be nice, but in the end it did not matter what I did. She used to be a close friend to me, then one day her back turned quicker than ever. From this moment on she was be mean to me no matter what. She made me want to transfer schools, and even when she went to college she somehow found a way to continue it. She never really had a specific reason to be mean to me, so there wasn't something I could change. She would make up lies about me, post about me, and talk about me to everyone. She is selfish and talks about many other people in the same way. It was always hard because sometimes we would be in the same group of friends and she would act so nice, but then stab me in the back again. After graduating high school, I realized she did this because she was insecure. She was insecure of herself, and what others thought of her. She was insecure of her friendships and family life. She could have been going through things that no one knew about, and it reflected in her actions to others.
ReplyDeleteDean Forester, a young boy who lives in a small town in Connecticut. Dean is about 6ft tall and is very skinny, and moved from Chicago to Stars Hallow when he was in high school. He got married at a very young age although it was a very short marriage because he cheated on his wife with his ex-girlfriend.
ReplyDelete"When I moved to Stars Hollow I was 16 years old, and didn't know anyone. One of the first people I met was this beautiful girl Rory. I was just amazed by her beauty and her kindness when she helped me get a job. For the first couple of weeks I just saw her around town, and noticed all of the small things. Like how she loved to read and when she was reading she would be so into her book she wouldn't notice anyone around her. Eventually Rory and I started dating. I was just so happy, and loved hanging out with her and her mom, Lorelai. Rory was super smart and had big ambitions of going to Harvard and being a journalist. I loved how hardworking she was, but looking back throughout the two years of us dating I realized how jealous I could get of her goals and in the end my stupid behavior was the end of us and I regret it everyday of my life."
I dislike the majority of people I meet upon our first interaction. For most people, that does not stick. However, this one girl I went to high school with was the most annoying human on the planet. I knew right away I was not going to like her. She would constantly interrupt any conversation, in class or not, and interject some fact about her family. The amount of times, in one class alone, I would hear "my dad this" or "my dad that." It was so incredible to me that through four years, she never realized how cliché and unwanted her interjections were.
ReplyDeleteI have a deep hatred for the man who brings evil upon me and my surrounding environments. He who pollutes the minds of young adults preaching temptation rather than good habits. A serpent that emerges from the center of the earth. He possess’s red-ish eyes and a desire to wrong you like no other. If you were to see him the first thing one would recognize is is the uncontrollable negative emotion exuding out of his skin in greasy pimples and patchy facial hair. This person would not stop on their mission to aggravate the general public with their naturally loud voice and hurtful words, until every soul was damaged. I blame the devil for the creation of this hurtful soul that shows no emotional mercy. He would not only emotionally abuse those around him but physically if there was a brave enough heart to stand up to the brutal force driven by evil. I wish I could say this man has come to a stop but I am unable to answer that properly.
ReplyDeleteFor context: Best friend from middle school til around the end of freshman year when I got a boyfriend. Also she emotionally manipulated me, constantly told me I wasn't pretty, and just was rude to me, but I put up with it because she was my best friend.
ReplyDelete"I always had amazing parents and family. I never really understood what people were going through. I've never really been the kind of girl that boys liked, but my best friend has already had a boyfriend and she just got her second. Yes, I'm now dating her ex but that doesn't matter. Once she had her boyfriend, I started causing many problems with them. I would constantly make her feel bad about herself and would make fun of them. One day, I had my mom text hers and say that I didn't want to be friends anymore instead of dealing with it myself. I have never apologized and am still rude when we see each other and just actively ignore her."
^Taylor Cooper
Delete“Why would you ask about my childhood? Stop trying to psycho-analyze me, I’m not some stranded puppy you can save. I’m perfectly happy doing my own thing. Not that it is any of your business, but my childhood was pretty perfect. I was important and I was needed, that’s all I could ever ask for, you know? I was relied upon to keep the family intact, my time was money and I made the family lots of money with my skills. I’m special. My family recognized that and took advantage. That’s why I am just on a different schedule than everyone else. That’s why I don’t need anyone else. My time is valuable, and I am the only person worthy of my own time. So you should stop waiting up for me.”
ReplyDeleteLast year i was harassed at work almost every day I was there. She was a foreign woman, but technically my boss. When things went her way, I was fine. When something was needed, so was I. I worked alone because working the station with me was too much of a burdenon for anyone else. So 2000 students pass and i keep a smile while my feet blister and my stomach turns because for the 12-15 hours/day I was there, I didn't get a break. I finally reached my tipping point on the weekend before finals and i was forced to work 29 hours alone. That Sunday, i took it no more and quit because my character will not be demenished by anyone, know me or not.
ReplyDeleteI know I shouldn't let my own personal issues out on strangers, but today I couldn't help it. My morning was so bad I had barely made it to class. I didn't want to be in this stupid class anyways, but when I got to class everything went wrong. Right as I walked in there was a guy in my seat, it's not my seat because there is no seating assignment but I usually sit there. I instantly became enraged. I wasn't upset about the chair but when a small thing happens when you are barely holding it together, you let loose. I reluctantly sat next to him. When attendence came is when I let him have it. He turned to me "hey man, would you mind if I borrowed your pen?" Without looking at him I snatched my pen off the table. "No" I responded. I am not sure why I did it but I did.
ReplyDeleteThis happened this morning in my class before this one, I politely asked the guy next to me to borrow his pen and he rudely told me know. I am assuming there was some other cause to why he was rude.
I woke up one morning and I couldn't find my dad. He was gone. Mom said he was taken away by people in uniforms, something about he did something really bad. The men in the uniforms said he wouldn't be home for a while. That made me sad. A few years later my dad came home from his vacation, as he calls it. I felt as though he didn't know me, and i definitely didn't know him.
ReplyDeleteAbby Ford
From a distance there are rough eyes and a clean close cut.A soft voice tells the story of growing up in between the rural and suburban area and moving throughout their childhood. Starting over is nothing new, a change is welcome when things seem blue. Seeing eye level on everything but parties disruption occurs from an incident where we were faced with the choice to go out or let our plans stay how they were. Before he believed each question always had the same answer, yes, but not this time. No was new, no was bad, and no did not work. Disbanded and separated each choice was made and could not change.
ReplyDeleteFor context- a girl who used to be my friend because we were in the same friend group for many years
ReplyDeleteMy family always hid everything under the rug to be pictured as the perfect family. My friends quickly found out that wasn't the case. Church was a must every time the doors were open and every picture was to be posted on Facebook again to be pictured as the perfect family. We were never hurt for money but if we were no one would have ever known. My parents made my friends feel lesser of themselves which is probably where I learned my hypocritical ways.
Standing there like a tree stump, he is 5’8 but his ego is a towering 6 foot. With dark hair, dark eyes, dark facial hair, and the most gorgeous smile you’ll ever see. But behind that gorgeous smile and those hypnotizing eyes, he is a self-centered, narcissistic, egomaniac. He destroys everything he touches. An upbringing without discipline created the most un-respectful man I’ve ever met.
ReplyDeleteMy dad was mad at me. Again. It seems like a constant at this point. I don't really understand why because I'm trying my best. I just want him to be on my side for once. He says the real world isn't like that and he's just preparing me but I need him to be my dad right now. We always have arguments about something I did wrong. My stepmom takes his side every time too. I feel like I have an outsider in my own house. Just looking in on their perfect little family.
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