Light filter's through the sheer forest green curtains draped from the window. The sound's of bird's chirping and squirrel's chattering fills the air, smiling I open my eyes. Staring up at the ceiling it was still dark enough for me to make out the fake constellations on the white surface. I stretched my arm's above my head, and look around the room. It was a relatively small room, with a full size bed pushed into the corner across from the door, it was covered with a deep green duvet set. Behind the bed as a headboard was a black and white picture of trees when looking up, across was a white dresser that dueled as a vanity because of the ornate mirror behind it. And on the farthest wall, to the right of the door, was a small window with a white desk under …show more content…
Avery and her husband Bill adopted me when I was one so they're the only parent's I really remember. Avery and Bill treated me just like their own, then Amy was born and we were truly a happy family, but all good things never seem to last. When I was 12, and Amy was 5, Bill left on a trip for his job, we all said our goodbye's at the airport, and he promised to be home in a week. That night we got a phone call, a storm unexpectedly came in and the airplane Bill was on received some damage, and crashed, their was no survivors. Now nearly 6 years later, Avery decided that we needed a change and moved out of our home in Denver Colorado, to go farther west to a small town in Oregon called Wolf Creek. From what I learned before we moved was the town had a very high wolf population, with a creek going through the center of town, and so ever since that's what it's been called. The trip took us 19 hours, we decided to use a moving truck and move our things ourselves so we have everything when we get their, at least that's what mom told us but Amy and I know it's because of the
10 words/ phrases to support the mood 2 euphemism/ dysphemism 2 oxymorons Prologue The heavy oak door creaked and then with a sudden jolt, slammed shut. A burly man flew through the threshold and plumped down into his velvet throne. The bitter sweet smell of a metallic vanilla filled the air.
When I was growing up, I barely ever got to see my father and brother. Lily grew up without her mother. When I was around 1 years old, my mother and father got divorced. My mother took me with her and my father kept my brother and sister. My mother told me, that my father was abusive told her and my brother and sister.
and then was court ordered to move in with my mom, things changed. I know had a little half-brother who would grow up to be my best friend. Throughout high school I would turn to my family in support with bullies and petty girl drama. They were my rock. My Junior and Senior year were the toughest emotionally.
One of the biggest difficulties during this time was my brother was very sick when he was born, and he needed surgery to fix a problem with his stomach, and she was taking him back and forth from the doctor frequently plus my sister was only 18 months old. My mom stated, “I don’t know how I got through it, “while discussing this stage of her life but never felt isolated in any way. I was born later which a five year age gap between me and my brother. My mom told me, “After Eileen and John were born, I felt like I was going to be pregnant very year because they were born so close together. It was my biggest fear I would have all these kids, and get lost, but thankfully this did not happen.”
My leaving devastated my mother but it was too much for me. I just had to go. It broke my heart to leave my family. Especially Melissa and Ava who leaned on
Lucky, them, all I’ve got is a few deteriorating memories of Mother, Father, what we did together, the crash, and the orphanage. The orphanage is where it truly hit me that they were dead and I would never see them again. I was there for a year, that’s when my strongest and fondest memory occurred. An African American woman with kind brown eyes, a stark contrast to my blond hair, blue eyes, and white skin walked into my room and we talked for hours. I never would have thought I would have called her Mom then.
I was born in Washington D.C at Holy Cross Hospital. My mom and dad separated before I was born. She took care of me the best way she knew how, but when it became too much for her, she sent me to live with my dad and his new wife. We moved around the united states from Washington D.C., to California and then to North Carolina. I believe that my father and his wife, didn’t have money but as a child no one would tell me.
It had its good days and bad days though, not speaking to my mother or father for an entire year was heartbreaking. The good days were easy to get through but when it rained it poured, some days I felt there was nowhere to turn. It kept me motivated though, I knew I needed to develop thick skin because mommy and daddy would not be there to save me. I became very cautious and aware of my surroundings, everyone was guilty until proven innocent in my eyes. I had to travel the safe route.
The instant feeling of comfort envelops me as I step across the threshold. The carpet that I step onto is soft, cradling my feet with each proceeding motion. With the sun reflecting off of them, the gray walls of my room invite me to stay for a deal of time. The sight and feeling of the carpet, the sunlight, the walls, and my bed put me at ease. As I stroll towards my navy blue bed, the tv and Xbox to my left tempt me and the desk in the corner remind me of the unfinished homework that I need to complete.
I feel like if would have my father in my life, everything would of been different. It broke my heart when family members would tell me that they would see him like five minutes from my house and he would not even bother to say “Hello” or anything. My mother, I love her to death but it hurt when all of the sudden she disappeared and did not get to see her in five years. My mom had my brother
When I first climb into the bed, it is dark and quiet. I lay there in anticipation of what is to come. In a flash, the lights come on, chasing away the darkness. The bed makes a steady humming sound, as it runs the lights and fans. As the minutes tick by, the bed
When I twisted the copper doorknob of the wooden bedroom door, I was greeted by a sea of tiny, porcelain faces. The collection of unpleasant porcelain creatures filled the room with a frightening essence, sending a frigid chill up my spine. I could practically feel their miniscule glazed eyes piercing the back of my neck, following my every move. The wallpaper was a dark, pine green, and it looked worn in a few places, peeling ever so slightly at the edges. A stained glass window swirling with vibrant ceruleans, jades, and ambers, took up the entirety of the wall in front of me.
I sigh and look around the room, seeing the same things I see everyday. I can barely see the little round pink clock on the wall directly across from me. The sun is blinding me with light. The little caique parrot named Goose in the tall metal cage with grey bars and bird pooh dripping down the pars loudly chirps and sings sweetly. Next to Goose is the wooden desk Emily uses to do her homework on.
She Made Me Do It She left to go to gymnastics although we were still asleep. We woke up to her parents cooking us their famous gourmet breakfast as if we were staying in a hotel. The smell of bacon, eggs, toast, and sausage was always a benefit to waking up in the Beaudette house. There was plenty to do there.
An overhead light flickered on-and-off. The light resided in a small, decrepit room, aromatically stenched with the scent of mold; a moist coolness filtering throughout the air. The walls were clearly rugged; the once cool, maroon wallpaper was now dastardly to look upon. It was barely clinging onto the wall in some areas, and was completely barren in others, showing the darkened wood panels that lined the room from underneath.