I cringe at the smell of alcohol floating around the apartment. A cold shiver simmers down my spine as I hear footsteps making their way to my room. 3 loud, hard knocks bang on the door. I open the door waiting for it. Waiting for the rock solid slap that pierces my face everyday leaving bruises and black eyes the size of tennis balls. I wait for the punches that feel like hammers wrecking my body over and over again.I open the door and he slaps me. “Get me my steak you peasant! And don’t forget to my clean my room!” He yells at the top of his lungs. As the dark, warm, blood flows down my washed out face I heat up the leftover steak. I reached to grabbed a plate I accidentally knocked down 2 other plates that fell to the floor and shattered. …show more content…
Sparks of excitement and stress exploded in my body as I opened the door. I took my first step to freedom then sprinted down the stairs almost tripping and falling flat on my face. I ran to nearest train station and hopped onto the back where i curled up in the corner waiting for the long road ahead. I didn’t know where this train was taking me and I didn’t know what I was going to do when I arrived but I knew one thing for sure..I was …show more content…
About 3 hours later I arrived in Hollywood. Boy was i glad to be off that rickey train. As i was hitchhiking around I saw a very intriguing place called The Toy Box. I walked inside and started looking for anything pleasant to buy, that’s when I saw it. The most glamorous, most exquisite, thing I have ever seen. A human sized toy castle. I dashed around the store looking for any pillows and blankets to put in it. As I was fixing up my “room” i heard a sound. It sounded like something was calling my name. “Jennyyyyy, Jennyyy” it would say in a faint voice. I looked around the room looking for the mysterious sound and that’s when the weirdest thing happened. A glowing ghost came out of the wall which happened to be shimmering. “Hi my name is storm, don’t be fooled by my name, i really am a nice person or as my peers call me, a ghost. Anyways I am here to take you to the magical world of Candy Land. Candy Keller is full of candy, food, drinks, and all types of various animal species.” Storm grabbed my arm and dragged me into the wall. I screamed thinking that I was gonna crash into it but then realized that I was standing on a lollypop. I looked each and every way and everywhere I looked I saw a new magical sight. “ Go explore” said
“We should leave soon.” He blinked in agreement and began to walk out the door. The unsettling pit in my stomach only worsened at the pink stripes on his left wrist, but I didn’t say anything. I just followed him.
and it brought me to a apartment building’ its walls were cracked and there seemed to be no doors on their hinges, out of nowhere someone grabs me and I start to struggle to get loose but it 's to late they have knocked me out. I’ve woke up laying on a tattered up old looking bed, my feet were freezing
and that is when I realized that I was not the only one in the room. I kept playing because I was not scared of anything untill i saw the door unlocked I ran into the room next to it and hid for a while it was 6 clowns and they heard me but, they didnt see me and I am happy that i dint get caught because something bad chould have happened.
I am surrounded by darkness, confined in a paltry room its contents limited to a bed with a thin mattress and pillow. The air is dense and smells of blood. The brown walls smothered in writing reek of mulch. The only way to get in or out is through a small metal door that is locked from the outside. I feel like a caged animal, my every move being watched.
The taste of salt stings as it drips into the open wound of my lip. He hit me, and he hit me hard. The stinging sensation is slightly satisfying. These are the last bruises, the last cuts, and this is the last nose bleed. The thought of all of my pain and sadness ending causes a weak smile to creep upon my face.
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The shimmering horn smashes through the wooden door. Loud breaths of anger blow in and out of its nostrils. The creature bends its legs into stance, kids hide in fear. A massive rainbow shoots from its horn, All the windows break and fall to the ground. Tommy screams in fear and quickly grabs his bag and gets out a ruler.
Growing up in an immigrant household in America, was difficult. I didn’t live, I learned to adapt. I learned to adapt to the fact that I did not look like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that my hair texture would never be like any of my peers, so I changed. Adapted to the fact that I was not as financially well off as my peers, so I changed.
“boom”I notice my Favorite lamp that my mom gave to me before death. Was laying on the ground. Slowly dragging to the basement door. In shocked I could’nt move a mustle. ”creeeeeeeeek”(A nasty sound that door made.)The lamp being dragged down the stairs.
Afters I finished my packing, I ran downstairs, smelling the teriyaki chicken on the table. After dinner, I hurried upstairs to bed, I’m I was extremely excited to finally be on my way to arrive in Washington DC. As usual, my brother made a wise smartass comment: “It’s only 9 bud, what the heck are you doing going yo bed?” I ignored him, which is rare; I will not have have to deal with his comments for 4 whole days. I slowly shut my door, shut off the lights,
First generation immigrants sacrifice their adulthood in search of a better life for their family and for future generations to come. My father came from Peru to support his family. He was the first person in his family to come to America. He works in road construction from morning until night so that my family is supported. The desire to repay both of my parents is the belief that guides my life.
We walked around and saw the Lego Sculptures that were all over Downtown Disney. My favorite would have to be the Lego Store or the Candy Store. Finally we went back to the condo and got a good night sleep for our big day tomorrow. The next morning we got up bright and early. We had an hour to shower, eat breakfast and be ready to get out the door.
I walked down to room 3B and quietly opened the door. Again nothing, but before leaving I heard the strange noise again. It sounded like it was coming from the wall. I carefully placed my ear against the wall the strange noise grew louder and louder and slower and slower. As I pushed my ear closer towards the wall I heard the noise again, but this time I heard THUMP, THUMP, THUMP.
As I walk two the kitchen i can hear someone talking, I realized I was home alone but I was left wondering who was talking. I was so scared I didn’t want to be alone so I let my dogs in. I shouted my dog’s names from the kitchen but when they came in they started talking. Their voice was irritating, it sounded like Dora was talking I was so scared but excited.
My mind reeling, I try to stand up, but then quickly collapse to the ground. “Ugh”. I yell! My room is a mess. “What the heck happened last night?”