Best worst day ever

There i was having the worst time in my short 9 years of living. It was a beautiful summer day, i was visiting my grandfather richards house. he a small man but hes also a rich man thats the reason i was laughing when i met him, get it hes rich and his name is richard. His house was the biggest i've ever seen. there was 7 rooms and it was only him and his wife living in the huge red and green home. His backyard is nice but his front yard is even nicer. His front yard consist of two main attractions the trampoline and the nine feet deep pool. And thats where it happen i was just sitting there enjoying a cheeseburger after being extremely abused from the torcher that was the trampoline. The trampoline was full of grown adult 260 pound of muscle men and they all were at least 6 feet tall. as the smallest in the trampoline i was forced to endure the torcher of the blue cell. I not only was step on but also i was put into a series of wrestling matches with various strong grown men opponents were i came out to 0-8-1 i lost eight and the 1 is a tie which was the last of my matches were i badly kneed my older cousin Andre into his egg shells, well they were egg shells when i was finished. So back to what i was saying i'm just sitting here enjoying a cheeseburger when no other than Andre himself came from behind me and grabbed my belt of my pants and kindly carried me towards the pool. Everyone has the knowledge of me being scared of water.  well not all water just pools. i figure if the pool is 6 inches smaller than you theres a drawn hazzard. Back to the story the through me in the pool while i was in the air i used every cursed word i could think of. The worst part of it all is my burger fell in the air. As my body hit that cold water i felt an instant chill on my body including my tough, my mouth was open. while i was in there dying i made my will, my psp goes to no one i want to be buried with it, my 2 dollars goes to my brother aaron, all my clothes can go to amir he’s been eying them any way, daejah ohhh daejah my little sister whos the lightest of our family gets nothing, because well doing rematches when i tell you they did seven rematches they literally sat their self at that black couch for hour leaving indents in the couch the shape of their butt as well as their backs on the back of the couch. I was so dissapointed in myself for those hours i wasted the main thing that i was upset about is that i got punched for not being a good conmertary even though i thought i was there to play the game. So did as i always do left and went to the yard to play a game of musical chairs. I was doing good with my dont move quick-move quick stratagy. So i came down to the last three but i tripped it was the longest fall ever. That was the end of the best worst most terrific day of my life.

Descriptive Essay: My sister Michelle

“Don’t worry” my sister  said, “ I’ll be home before you know it”. Those few words meant the world to me, but I knew I wouldn’t see her for another month. How could someone that looks this fine be so messed up?

It was a cold snowy day and I didn’t want to leave the warmth of the car. Also, I was terrified to enter yet another rehab. I used to think they were all the same, long hallways and lights that shine a little too bright, but this one was different. It was a large cabin in the woods. I was going there to visit my older sister. After I finally got the courage to go inside, I noticed the fresh smell of apple pie. The lighting was dim and soft, like a cozy house.

The second I saw my sister my heart dropped. She tackled me to the carpeted floor in front of everyone. We rolled around and cried our eyes out, so happy to be together again. When we realized an audience had gathered around us, we started laughing but we didn’t stop hugging. This was weird because we never really hugged before. After seeing her at that moment, I knew everything was going to be okay.

Little did I know she would relapse and overdose 2 weeks later.

I was always expecting that call. The call saying that something horrible had happened to her. I knew it would happen, but didn’t know when. Maybe I was just being overprotective. She meant the world to me, and if anything happened to her I don’t know what I would do. After she left rehab I assumed this would never happen. I was always afraid of her giving in and going back to drugs. I thought maybe this time was different. Maybe she would stay clean for me. I knew she wanted to, but I wasn’t sure if she was strong enough.

The day I finally got the call was one of the worst days of my life. I remember getting off the bus and entering my house.It was dead silent, and I knew something was wrong. Nobody was home. I looked at my phone and my mom called me. I answered immediately and heard the beeping of the hospital machines in the background. Before I knew it tears were streaming down my face, and my mom asked me to meet her at the hospital. I called my best friend and got on the bus crying my eyes out. I’m sure there were many eyes staring at me, but I didn’t care. When I got to the hospital, I saw her boyfriend in the waiting room, who got her addicted to heroin. He was asking if he could go see her, and that set me off. I started screaming at the top of my lungs at him and the security guards who were trying to hold me back. I saw Michelle and slowly walked over to her. The look on her face will haunt me forever.

How could she do this to me? She promised she wouldn’t do this again. I trusted her. She’s so young and innocent. She has so much more living to do. It all started when she was 13. She got mixed in with the wrong crowd, and it took off from there. My mom used to be an alcoholic, so I think my sisters way of dealing with that was to also drink. And once my mom noticed how messed up Michelle was, it caused her to drink more. It was a never ending cycle. I don’t remember when my mom stopped drinking, but Michelle never stopped. She made it a point to try every drug possible. By the age of 19 she was already in rehab twice. By 20 she was in there at least 5 times. I don’t know why she doesn’t want to get better. She’s always been very depressed, and I think this is an escape for her.
Today, she’s 21 and addicted to heroin. She could be doing so much better than this. I had so much faith in her to get help and recover, but all that faith is almost gone. She means the world to me, and I would do anything for her. I want her to see that she is loved, but she has trampled all over my love from time to time.   I just don’t know how much longer I can do this.