This is the story of when I used to get in trouble in elementary school with my friends and my girlfriend. I used to be a really bad kid in elementary school my old school when I was 8. I was a young trouble maker doing everything possible for attention, I was getting attention, but not in a good way. I loved to be the “clown” of the class I even got a reward for being a “clown” of the class. They used to make rewards for the biggest clown of the class, loudest of the class etc.
One moment I’m hugging him goodbye, next moment we get the call he died. I began to have a passion for gymnastics before I could remember. I used to prance around my house in a pink tutu and leotard from dance class, throwing myself into cartwheels and handstands. I never had any fear of anything. My mommom and I loved playing with Barbies and making them do the acrobatic tricks I dreamed of.
Then, all too quickly, BAM! I was sprawled flat on my face, my hands and feet laid out, just hard ground beneath my stunned body, my hand sliced on a shard of broken bottle. I screamed bloody murder all the way to the emergency room. My mom tried to comfort me to no avail; I was a blubbering, hysterical mess. The nurses lifted me onto the bed and tried to calm me
As I spoke, I felt his eyes gazing upon me, taking in my initial appearance and associating it with his own experience. “Well it’s a pleasure to acquaint myself with someone of your immense beauty.” His way with words exasperated me. Such a proper, sophisticated young man, I’ve never seen anybody like him. He appeared to be an incarnation of one of my dreams.
Another example, would be when I was out with friends and we were all daredevils, but there was this one time where my friend Cristina dared all of us to do some Parkour thing that we could all do but we were scared. So, I decided to do it first because I was the one who was super brave, the dare was to go do a double front flip in a trampoline and do some Parkour stunt over a bar, it was kinda like an obstacle. I was scared at first, but when I saw everyone behind me chanting my name “ALLISON!
On my first of try out practice, I was Petrified. There were these large, muscular, solidly built boys who looked like Norse Vikings. As well as the scrawny, pathetic looking kids who looked like they would fly away in the wind; like myself, all standing together. It was true that I had quite remarkable ball handling skills, but the sheer confidence and masculinity of the other kids made me doubt my abilities. We warmed up with a game of 3v3 knockout.
They were jealous of me because of the work I had put in, and that their children hadn't done the same. I went on to learn 10 new steps in three months. Even though I didn't place at nationals, I was able to perform the dances to the very best of my ability, and I believe that that's pretty
Young love fills the air in a hot gymnasium as children dance and sweat enjoying and loving their night. Flashing lights and blaring music deafen people to the noise of a crying girl, Kristin. Her “lover”, Austin, left her alone at the dance to go have a good time with Natasha. They had planned a fun night for themselves and she was really looking forward to her night with him, however, he ditched her like it was nothing and she was beyond hurt.
Escaping gravity allowed me to escape my thoughts that overwhelmed and plagued me with pain and struggles. As I descended, I prepared for another jump. I hoped to find that boy back at his house, spending hours on the trampoline, freeing himself from his thoughts and enjoying his
My love of learning gave me brief respite until the age 12 when a teacher humiliated me in front of a class for only getting 17 out of 20 in a spelling test. This cemented feelings of inadequacy and inferiority. It was also the point that I switched off emotionally to survive the barrage of
“This has got to be a freshman game attendance record,” my teammates said. Our coach was even astonished, “I have never seen this building so packed.” I immediately stopped the drill I was doing and just watched. My eyes lit up wider than a kid in a candy shop who just received his allowance. Then the noise began to rattle the PIT into an environment of bedlam.
The students at the Hillsborough High School were chanting and screaming with pride. Each grade had its own theme, including the Senior Sightseers, Junior Justice, Sophomore Storytime, and Freshman Force. We began to stomp on the bleachers “Let’s go Sophomores,” we cheered.
My build is slim, but I prefer that so I can easily navigate through crowds and ambush my friends. Speaking of which, some bullies at my school ambushed me with jokes about my upcoming birthday. Since I was born February 29th, it’s an effortless task. “Hey Kevin, can I come to your birthday,” taunts one, “oh wait your birthday doesn’t exist this year.”
I did not realize my potential as a young scholar; in doing so, I set myself back academically. My priorities were set on understanding the hectic schedule instead of the vigorous goals that I have now. As a fourteen year-old in freshman year, my standards were set lower for myself since I was unorganized and lost majority of the time. I lacked skills in time-management and multitasking; skills which I practiced and perfected through my school’s use of the modular schedule.
It all started when we got outside, we were fine at lunch just doing the normal, talking, playing, ext. We were all happy now, as in we, I mean our group we always are challenging each other and tattling on each other for the smallest reason, in that group were and somewhat still is the same people, there is/was Logan, Luther, Kanava, Anna, AnnMarie, Blaine, Aiden, and of course me, Cadence. So when we got outside Logan was doing something he should not have done, he was kicking balls under the covered area. So I went and told Ms. Donna.