A New Life(Short Story)

Sorry I have not posted for a few days!! Life has been kind of crazy by my house so I haven't really gotten the chance to post again until today! So, here goes another story I wrote and it is kind of on the long side, but I think it is still considered a short story! Hope you enjoy it!! Remember to leave comments and give me any kind of feedback you feel the need to give me!

A New Life

 

It was another dark, cold night in our house. My six-year-old sister, Malia, lay in my bed next to me, sound asleep, holding the brown, silky-soft monkey I got her for her fourth birthday. I could hear my parents screaming at each other in a drunken rage on the other side of the door.

 

Malia doesn't remember it, but there was a time when our parents were actually good and loving parents. I remember we actually had a lot of good tiems going to parks, the beach, or anywhere else we wanted to go. I remember the warmth of being tucked into bed at night, being told a bedtime story, and getting a gentle kiss on my head. It all changed when I was six-years-old, Malia's age.

 

My mom lost her job and turned to drinking to get rid of the pain and she started to yell at my dad a lot. Then, so he could rid of the heart ache my mom would give him, he started to drink as well. They started drunken fights together, and two years later they tried to apologize to each other, but ending up having Malia when I was the age of eight. Then they were mad at each other for having a child they couldn't afford, and they started drinking more and having more fights.

 

Now, six years later, me now being fourteen, it still goes on, and is actually getting worse. I occasionally will hear a slap during the fights, meaning they are starting to become violent. I have even started seeing bruises on them, which makes me scared for mine and Malia's lives. That's why I have been saving money since Malia was two-years-old. I wanted to get us out of the house before the drunken rages turn to one of us. So, every time I saw money lying around, or did some sort of work for someone, I collected it and put it into an evelope to save money to get us out of there.

 

So, on that dark and cold night, I lisetened to another drunken fight, I slid out of bed to look in the hidden envelope. I walked over to a bookshelf, moved some books aside, and pulled out the envelope. I took out the money and counted it. I had a little over six hundred dollars. I decided it was good enough, and I put the envelope into my backpack along with a couple changes of clothes and few other belongings we needed. I alos stuffed Malia's backpack full with stuff so as to be ready to leave in the morning when we would normally be leaving for a day camp that we attended ever day during the summer. After everything was ready, I climbed back into bed, gave Malia's smooth black hair a stroke and went to sleep, dreaming of the new and better life Malia and I were going to have once we left.

 

The following morning I woke up an hour earlier than normal, so I could some last minute preparations, and make us some lunch. I pulled out a loaf of bread, and grabbed the peanut butter, deciding to not even bother looking for lunch meat, since it was probably rotten anyways. I made each of us two sandwiches so we would have lunch and dinner for tonight. I then filled our water bottles with ice water and put the sandwiches, water bottes, a box of cheese-its, and a package of oreos into our back packs. I then went and woke Malia up to get her ready. She smiled her sweet, loving smile, slid out of bed, and carrying her monkey, went to get ready. Once she left the room, I grabbed our pillows and our two favorite blankets, and packed them up. Once dressed, Malia and I ate breakfast and then left the house for good.

 

"Sashi"(my name is really Sasha but Malia calls me Sashi) "Sashi, why is my back pack so full?" Malia asked in her sweet little voice. "Because, we're not going to day camp today Malia, we are running away from home." I looked down at my little sister and her face get a scared. "Why Sashi? Why are we leaving mommy and daddy?" she said, beginning to cry. "It's not safe for us Malia, mommy and daddy are getting to violent. They are starting to hit each other a lot!" I told her, trying to make her understand. "But where are we going to go Sashi?" "Well, we are going to the train station and going to choose one of the cities a train can take us to, it will be fun, like a vacation." Malia smiled and said ok, and just squeezed her monkey a little tighter.

 

It took us about fifteen minutes to walk to the train station, but we made it, and were ready to go where God wanted us to go. We walked over to a white board that had times and destinations written on it. Then Malia tugged on my shirt and pointed to the word, Fontville. "Sashi, that's where Kaya moved!" Kaya is a really good friend of ours that we spent most of our time with, she had moved away just six months ago, and Fontville is where she moved to. I smiled down at Malia and told her we were going to go find Kaya. So, we walked to the front desk and got two tickets to Fontville. We got the tickets and then walked over to the train, which would be leaving in twenty minutes.

 

We found our train, handed the ticket guy our tickets, and then boarded.  The train wasn't very full, and I was able to find the perfect spot for me and Malia. I took the seat closest to the window, and Malia sat across from me, also in a window seat. We then took off our back packs and put them in the empty spaces next to us, so no one would sit by us. The engineer said his final "all aboards" and then said the ride was going to be about three hours long, and then the train took off.

 

Malia looked sleepy , so I gave her her pillow and blanket, and she layed down and fell asleep, clutching her monkey tightly. I smiled and gave her a kiss and whispered to her that things were going to get better. I then noticed that a lady sitting behind us had a cell phone. So I asked if I could borrow it to make a phone call. She smiled, told me sure, and handed me the phone. I dialed Kaya's number and just three rings later, I heard Kaya's voice on the other end of the phone. "Kaya, this is Sasha," I said, "Malia and I are on the train to Fontville can you and your mom come pick us up in about three hours?" "Wow, really?" Kaya said happily, "Ya, I will make sure of it! But, why are you guys on your way to Fontville? What's going on?" "Just tell your mom that we are visiting, but I will explain everything when we get to your house ok?" Kaya sounded unsure, but said alright and we said our good-byes and hung up.

 

I thanked the lady and gave her back her phone and turned to look out the window. As I watched the earth roll past I said a quick prayer to God, asking him to guide us and wathc over us through this journey. I was strong believer, and so was Malia, so I had faith that things would get better.

 

About two hours into the trip, Malia woke up and said that she was hungry. The clock at the front of the train said 11:30, so I decided it was a good time to have lunch. I pulled out two of the sandwiches, the box of cheese-its, and the package of oreo cookies. As we sat and ate, we continued to look out the window and watch the land just roll past us.

 

We had just finished eating when the engineer announced we would be there in five minutes. I put the cookies and crackers away while Malia put her blanket in her pillow and grabbed her monkey. Soon the train came to a stop, we had reached Fontville. Malia and I put on our back packs, Malia held her monkey tight, and we left the train and stepped out into the gentle warm air.

 

I looked around adn just ahead was my beautiful, blonde, attractive friend, Kaya. Malia and I ran strait to her and gave her a hug, happy to see her again. "It is so great to see you guys again, I have missed you both so much!" said Kaya, "But, what brings you guys to Fontville anyway?" I knew I had to tell her, but the middle of the train station was not the place. "I'll tell you when we get to your house ok?" I said, "All right, then lets go!" So, we were off to Kaya's huse in the small, yet pleasant town of Fontville.

 

When we got to the car, Kaya's mom greeted the both of us with a hug and told us this was such a pleasant surprise. She to wanted to know why we were there. I told her that our parents gave us money to take a train down and that we could stay as long as we wanted, we just had to be back before school started. Kaya could tell I was lying, but her mom believed me, that's what was important.

 

Soon we reached Kaya's small farm house with a big red barn that I just knew had horses in it. We got out and Kaya brought us inside to the guest bedroom which had two twin beds and a dresser for us to put our belongings in. Malia ran in and claimed the bed she wanted. She was happy and started to play around. I sat my stuff on the other bed and told Malia I was goig to talk to Kaya and to stay in the house. I then went across the hall with Kaya into her bedroom so we could talk.

 

"Well," said Kaya, "I assume you told my mom a big fat lie, so now is the time to tell me the truth." I took a deep breath, feeling butterflies in my stomach, and started to talk. "My parents are getting really bad Kaya. I have started seein bruises on them. They're beating each other. I had to get me and Malia out of the house before we started to get beat on. So, I decided to take the money I have been saving, pack our things, and run away." Kaya just sat there, stunned. It took a minute before she started to speak again. "I don't blame you for running away Sasha, but what are you going to do when your parents come looking for you guys?" I replied to her, "I am not sure, but I plan to get a job and just stay in your house until shortly before school starts, and then move out and get a place for just me and Malia. So we can be happy and safe." I could tell Kaya wasn't so sure about the plan, but she decided to help me. She went to get the newspaper so we could look through the job listings.

 

We sat down and circled all the ones that were possibilities, and found three. The only three things were a car washer, a maid, or a veteranarian's assitant. I decided to start with the vet assitant, and called the number. A pleasant and cheery female voice answered the phone. "Hello is this Dr. Manson?" I said, "Yes, how may I help you?" the voice answered. "Well, my name is Sasha, I'm fourteen, and I am looking at being your assitant because I saw your want ad in the paper." I waited a second and then I heard her say, "Oh excellent! Come by my house tomorrow at 10am and I will interview you!" I got really excited, thanked her, and wrote down the address, then hung up. Kaya looked at the address and said that the house was just down the road. I gave her a bug hug and thanked her for everything. Now, I knew this new life for me and Malia was going to happen.

 

The following morning, I woke up, ready for the first day of a new and happy life. Malia woke up right when I did, seeming as ready as I was. We ate breakfast together and then Malia wanted to ride a horse. Kaya said she would let Malia pick a horse and let it be hers while we stayed here. I told Malia I had a job interview and that I would join her as soon as I got home. Malia said it was alright and then I was off. Kaya gave me her bike and told me which wayy to go and what house it was. I then rode off and go there right on time.

 

I approached Dr. Manson's house and knocked on the door. Immediately, a young, cheerful, brunette woman answered the door and let me right on in. "So yu must be Sasha, right?" she said, "Yes, thats me." I replied. "Well Sasha" Dr. Manson said, "the only really important thing I need to know from you is how much you know about animals and how to take care of them." I beamed with a bright smile. I had been reading animal books since I learned how to read. So, I relayed all I knew to Dr. Manson and when I finished, I waited for her response. "Your hired" wer the next words I heard her say. I jumped up and gave her a hug, telling her thank-you. "All right now," she said, " here are some papers I need you to fill out and sign and return to me when you start on Monday. Oh, and you can call me Hillary instead of Dr. Manson. We are partners now." I thanked her again and then left.

 

I was thrilled, and I smiled the whole bike ride back to Kaya's house. As soon as I got back I told Kaya and Malia that I got the job, they were thrilled. So, I joined them in their horseback riding to celebrate. Monday came, and I started my new job with Hillary and loved every minute of it. I was happy and couldn't wait to come back and work more.

 

The summer went by day after day, almost too fast, and soon there was only three weeks left until school was going to start. I had told Kaya's mom that Malia and I would be leaving one week before the start of school, and that we did. We moved into a small house just two houses down the road from Kaya's house and even got Malia enrolled into the first grade at Fontville Elementary School. Malia, I could tell, didn't want to leave Kaya, or the comfort of her house, and didn't want to start school either. But I told her tat it was alright and that it was for the best. And soon we were all settled into our new home, with Malia still clutching her monkey the entire time.

 

The next week, school started up, and I waited with Malia for the bus. "I'm scared Sashi, what if no one likes me?" she said. "It's okay Malia, I am sure people will fall in love with you instantly!" I told her. She just said okay and when the bus pulled up, I gave her a big hug, and on the bus she went. Then I went off to work.

 

When I got to Hillary's, she almost looked surprised to see me. "School starts today Sasha. I didn't expect to see you today," she said. "Well, I'm not really in school anymore, Hillary. I actually need to work to support my sister." Hillary got kind of a puzzled look, but just shrugged and told me to load up. As I worked I thought about whether or not to tell Hillary the truth about me and Malia, but I just didn't feel ready yet.

 

At the end of the day, I rushed home to go meet Malia at the bus stop. I got there just as she got off the bus, and she ran right over to me. "Sashi, I made two new friends at school, my teacher is really nice, and this school is really fun!" she told me with the biggest smile I had ever seen her give me. I gave her a hug and told her that I was happy for her. I thought nothing could ruin I our new lives now, but I would soon find out how wrong I was.

 

Malia had been in school for three weeks, and it was early evening. I was helping Malia with her school work, when I glanced over at our TV. On the news screen were mine an Malia's pictures! The news reporter said that our parents were looking for us and if anyone knew where we were to call the local police station. Malia grabbed hold of her monkey an started to cry. All she kept saying was, "It's not fair, I like it here!" I told Malia I wasn't going to let our life end, and that I would do everything in my power to keep us safe.

 

It wasn't long before our phone rang, it was Hillary. She told me that she saw the news an wanted an explanation. Right there I came clean and told Hillary everything. She listened to my every word and promised me she would not call the police. I said thank-you and hung up. Suddenly, I heard someone banging on the front door with what sounded like angry fists. I became frightened and I ran to Malia to hold her close. Then, I heard the door slam open, and some angry feet stomping in. It was our parents. They found us and they were angry, very angry.

 

They were yelling and told us it was time for the punishment of a lifetime. They grabbed Malia and pulled her away, she was still holding her monkey. They started to beat her and I jumped on them, desperate to get them to stop. I fought hard, kicking, punching, biting, but my dad was stronger, and he pulled me off and carried me to a seperate room while my mom kept on beating.

 

My dad said that I deserved worse than what Malia was getting. So, he pinned me down, tore my clothes my off, and raped me. When he was done with that, he beat me a few times and then left me on the floor, naked and too weak to move. I heard them leave, and then I heard sirens down the road. Someone had called the police.

 

I couldn't stand, but I crawled over to where Malia was, and I saw her on the floor, not moving. My heart was racing as I started to cry out Malia's name. I got no response. When I reached her lifeless body, I checked to see if she still had a pulse, there was none. I started to cry, "Malia, no, please Malia, wake up!" I tried to revive her, but it was no use, she was gone. I held Malia in my arms, crying, asking why her and why not me.

 

A few minutes later, Kaya came in, she was crying also. "Sasha, oh my gosh they got to you too, what happened?" Kaya said, balling. I told Kaya what they did and then she told me they also killed her parents to her to talk. I sat there and cried with Kaya, and then, she got up, put a blanket around me, and then said she was going to get the police. It was only a minute later that a police officer came in with Kaya and told me to let Malia go so he could get me to a paramedic. I gave Malia a kiss and gently layed her beaten and bloody body down, then I saw her monkey laying right by her, with some blood stains on it. I picked it up, and held it as the officer scooped me up into his arms and carried me away.

 

Later on at the hospital, I told the police everything about my parents and about what they did. Kaya came in when they were done, and crawled in my bed next to me. She held me close and said that the house had been cleaned up and Malia's body taken to be examined with her parents bodies. I just gave Kaya a hug and thanked her. I then asked her if she would move in with me and she just smiled and said, "Of course," and then we both fell asleep.

 

One week later, I was released from the hospital and me and Kaya went to the funerals we had to attend, then we went home together. A couple weeks later, my parents got sentenced to death and I found ou that I was pregnant from my father. I was upset, but I thought maybe it would be good for me. Nine months later, on Malia's birthday, I welcomed a beautiful baby girl, whoI named Gracelynn Malia after her aunt, Malia Grace.

 

Life hurts and is still hard without Malia. But with my job, my best friend, and my baby girl, I feel like Malia is still with me. And sitting on a shelf, just above Gracelynn's crib, is Malia's monkey, all dressed up in an ange outfit with Malia's name sewn on it. It's our guardian angel, Malia, watching over us as we live our new and happy lives. Rest in peace Malia, I love you and can't wait to join you in heaven with God someday!

 

The End

BIG WRITING PROJECT

Hey everyone! Sorry, but this post is not another story or anything like that! I am just telling you all that I am working on a much bigger writing project right now! I am part of a youth film ministry called Tre-J Ministries and we just got done filming a movie titled The Bridge! So, what I have been working on for quite some time now is taking the script of this film that was written by our director, Mark Brown, and turning it into an actual story. Earlier on in the summer I had just written the story in one of my notebooks. Now, I am working on editing it and getting it typed out into a work document! Then I will do more editing and then I am going to share it with the Tre-J Ministries team and get their feedback on it. Then I am going to make the corrections on it that they want me to make. Then, after the movie has been premiered and released, I also hoping to release the story to people as well!! That is kind of my hope and dream for this right now!! I AM SUPER EXCITED ABOUT IT!! So here's hoping for an awesome story that represents the script and the film well!! Thanks for your support!!

God Loves You(Poem)

sooo...I wasn't feeling the motivation to type out one of my short stories today...so I decided to go with a poem that I wrote in my Creative Writing Class that I took my Junior year of High School!! Hope you enjoy it!!

God Loves You

 

The spirals,

the twists,

the circles,

the swooshes.

The leaves fall to the ground

the laughs sound.

The gentle kiss of a leaf falling on your face.

The moment of relaxation we sometimes take for granted.

The sun shining through the leaves,

giving them a glow of radiant color.

The little things

that remind you

God loves you

extra special today!

 

 

 

this was written when the class went on a trip to a park with lots of trails in the fall and we were just lying on our backs looking up at the trees. Mrs. Rooks told us that if a leaf landed on you, it meant that God loved you extra special today! So that is where the idea for this poem came to me! We were also doing a poetry unit so I had no choice but to write a poem! haha! hope you all liked it!! please leave comments and let me know what you think! I would also love more suggestions for things to post on my blog!

The Beach(Short Story)

hey everyone!! I was going to post another writing piece yesterday but I was babysitting for most of the day and also I had a family emergency that came up! But, today I am able to post another story! This is kind of a love story that I wrote a couple years ago, I hope you like it:


                                                              The Beach
I take a step into the water and my feet squish into the wet sand, and cool water glides over my toes and hits my ankles. I look around and see my kids splashing in the water and digging in the sand. I close my eyes and feel the cool breeze come across the lake and hit my face. I take a deep breath and smell the fresh lake air. I open my eyes to see a beautiful sunset of many colors. I smile and can't help but think there is something about the beach. Maybe it's all that is in front of me, or maybe it's something else.

It was a beautiful, warm, sunnday day and I was seven-years-old. My mom brought me to the beach on that lovely June 13th day, and I was swimming in the water, when I bumped into someone by accident. I immediately turned around and saw an average sized boy with brown hair and blue eyes that looked about my age. I quickly apologized and he just smiled back sweetly and said it was okay. I then smiled back and asked what his name was. "My name is Trent, and I am seven-years-old!" he replied to me. I got a smile and told him that I was the same age, and that my name was Tricia. With that, we continued to talk, and soon I learned that he just recently moved here and that we would be going to the same school together in the Fall. After all that, we began to play and swim around together until our mom's called us in for lunch. We ran in and happily introded each other to our parents, and that led to them talking the rest of the afternoon, and even exchanging phone numbers. We then went our separate ways, but we had begun a friendship that would be unseperable.

The whole rest of the summer became a summer of me and Trent playing together almost every day up until school started in the Fall. Trent and I were in the second grade together, and in the same class. This made us very happy and we were near each other every chance we got. A lot of the other kids thought we liked each other and teased us a lot. But we knew were just friends and so we ignored the other kids.

Our lives continued as normal throughout our elementary school days, until one day that challenged our friendship. Trent and his Uncle Joe were hanging out together on a saturday, just doing a whole bunch of fun, different activities. They approached a traffic light and for them it was green, so Trent's Uncle Joe started to go through the light. Then, all of a sudden, another car came speeding through a red light and crashed into them. Trent and his Uncle Joe were both rushed to the hospital. Trent was found to have a crushed foot, some internal bleeding, and a minor cuncussion. Trent was sent to surgery immediately for his foot and the internal bleeding. While in surgery, his Uncle Joe passed away from his injuries just ten minutes after arriving at the hospital. Knowing that, I knew I had to be brave, because I knew Trent could die, too.

I only had to wait twenty minutes to go see Trent after arriving at the hospital. I went in to see Trent alone, and when I walked in and saw him smile at me, I ran and gave him a huge hug. "Trent, I am so glad tour okay! I am going to stay by your side throughout this whole process because I am your friend and I care about you!" I said. Trent smiled and said thanks, then began his recovery.

I helped Trent get around with his broken foot and even went to physical therapy with him when it was all healed. I even helped Trent go to the beach a couple times with me while he was recovering. With that, we were officially inseperable.

We then began middle school together and sixth grade flew by normally with no change. But, then seventh grade came. Trent and I drifted apart a little year because of the start of sports. I played volleyball in the fall, competetive cheer in the winter, and tennis in the spring. On top of that I was in the 7th/8th grade choir. Trent had soccer year round with school, and other club soccer teams. It became difficult for us to hang out as often as we did, but we still had time to squeeze in the beach from time to time.

Then, eighth grade year came. I suddenly started to get feelings for Trent that I never had before. I started to feel that I liked him as more thana friend. But, I thought he would find that awkward, so I didn't tell him. but, then that summer came around, and things changed for us at the beach on a hot day.

We were swimming and having a good time, when Trent suddenly stopped and asked me a question. "Have you ever had feelings for me as more than a friend?" he asked "why, yes I have!" I responded. Trent got a huge smile on his face and told me he had those feelings for me as well. We were now boyfriend and girlfriend, and that is how we began our freshman year of High School.

Trent and I also figured out what we both really enjoyed freshman year. I found that I really liked being in choir and Living Hope Singers, and that the sports weren't for me, because they took up to much of my time. I also fell in love with writing and English. Trent learned that he loved soccer and that he loved the idea of becoming a personal trainer, like in a gym. those things soon became all about our high school career, and we worked hard to keep those things top priority. But, of course, we still had time for dates to the beach.

Our relationship remained tough all throughout our high school career, and we both graduated top of our class and with plans to attend Middleton College together. I was going on an English scholarship and Trent was going on an athletics scholarship. So, then began our college life.

The first year went by with no problem, and we celebrated our last of college of the school year by hanging out, of course, at the beach. But then, our second year of college rolled around and something happened that changed everything.

I was hanging out with Trent at his house, when we started to kiss. But that turned into more than what we intended on. We didn't want it to happen, but it did. So, we decided to just brush it away like it didn't happen. That was until three weeks later when I missed my period. Knowing, what Trent and I did, I immediately took a pregnancy test. It was positive. As soon as I found out, I called Trent and told him and asked him what we were going to do. He told me to just meet him at the beach for a night out to discuss it.

So, that friday night, I met him at the beach and we took a walk on the pier, and when we reached the end I looked out on the lake and asked Trent what we were going to do about the pregnancy. I then turned and saw he wasn't there, but then I looked down. There he was, on one knee with a small, black, velvet box in his hand. He opened the box and said, "This is what we're going to do about it!" I was speachless, and I began to cry as he took the elegant diamond ring out and slid it on my finger and asked me the big question. I responded with an absolute yes, and he jumped up and gave me a huge hug. We were now engaged.

The first thing we did was go and tell our parents about the engagement, and also the baby that wasn't exactly expected. They were happy about both, and that us to preparation. The first thing we did was buy a house that was perfect for raising a family. The house we chose was a four bedroom, two and a half bathroom house, with two levels, a basement, and a perfect kitchen, dining room, and living room. We moved in, and then began planning for the wedding and the baby. We decided on June 13th for the wedding, since that was the day we first met each other on. Then we decided on bridesmaids, and groomsmen, and a location for the ceremony and reception. By the time June 13th rolled around, I was six months pregnant, and nearly everything was ready for the baby. We also were on the beach, getting married. It was all so beautiful and amazing. I could hardly keep myself from crying. We said, "I do", then came the magical kiss that sealed the deal. We were officially married, and now we just had to wait on the baby, whose due date was September 12.

September 12 came and nothing happened. Then, 3:30am on September 13, I was awakened by contractions. I told Trent it was time and we were off to the hospital. After just half an our of labor, I began to push and within five minutes, a beautiful baby girl was born. She was born at seven pounds even and eighteen inches long, and we named her Bethany Anne Michaels. That was the start to our family. Then, two years later, we welcomed Brandon David Michaels at seven pounds, ten ounces, nineteen inches long. And then three years later I found out I was pregnant once again. But this time was different. This time we weren't sure if Trent would live to see this baby.

One month before we found out we were pregnant with our third baby, Trent was diagnosed with leukemia, a form of cancer. The doctors told us they would do all they could, but they said Trent may not live much more than a year or two. Right then began the fight to save Trent's life. He started chemo therapy immediately. Seeing my true love go through it was hard and I wanted it to go away, but it wouldn't.

Trent soon had to be hospitalized because his immune system had been totally wiped out. Six months went by and the doctors told us that unless they could find a matching donor of bone marrow or if Trent could hold on until the baby was born, Trent was in his last days of life.

The kids and I spent all of our time with Trent and did all we could to make him happy, but there was nothing we could do. Three weeks before my due date, and Trent slipped away and was gone. The kids and I cried for house on end, but we did manage to get the funeral planned. The funeral was just three days after his death, and as soon as it was over, I took the kids to the beach. I got into the water, when suddenky, my water broke and contractions started immediately. I told Bethany to call 9-1-1 and tell them that mommy was having a baby. She did just as I told, and suddenly I could feel the baby coming. I stayed in the water and continued to take deep breaths, and then I heard the sirens. Just as Bethany brought the paramedics to me, a baby boy slid into my hands. I was then brought to the hospital where the baby and I were taken care of. I named my seven pound, three once, eighteen inch long baby boy Bryce James after his daddy, Trent James. Right there, I knew I had gotten my husband back through that beautiful little baby boy.

Now, Bethany is 10, Brandon is 8, and Bryce is 5, and standing here on this beach makes me realize that it's not the surroundings that make it special. It's the life I had with my husband, Trent. It was a life that I will never forget and cherish forever. That is why me and my kids come to the beach on my anniversary day, the day of Trent's death, and a day like today, on Bryce's birthday to remember the man that was the best part of our lives! We love you and miss you Trent, rest in peace!
                                                            The End

hope you all enjoyed this story and please give me feedback!! thanks!!

Angelina Carter(short story)

Ok, so this is a short story I wrote a LONG time ago! Ok, well not that long ago...it was my sophomore year of High School that I wrote this. I wrote after we took a walk to a cemetary and had to find a tombstone and then create a story about that persons life. I found one that had a young girl and it just had a last name and the birth and death year on it. I made up my own name and then wrote this story:


                                                                      Angelina Carter
It was April 3, 1993 when a young couple welcomed a beautiful new baby girl into their lives. They saw her and loved her right away, and named her Angelina Joy Carter. A love that only lasted about a week. Then began Angelina'a awful life. Her father became a raging drunk, and her mom began to spend time on ciggarets and drugs. The couple also began to have raging fights that would get very scary. Angelina just grew up with it, even though some hights would lead to brutal beatings. It was when Angelina turned six that she began to spend time away from home.

One look at her, and all people saw was a small little girl, wearing old, beat up clothes, and had strawberry-blonde hair with blue eyes. No one ever saw the truth behind her frightening nights. Angelina would walk into her old, crumbling, small house, filled with the smell of smoke and a drunks vomit. She would hear the sounds of angry, loud, yelling and try to sneak passed to get to her room without any attacks. But, most nights were unsuccesful. She would get caught, and suffer the consequences. She would be dragged in by her mother, then her father would get into a drunken yell, then he would throw a punch. Angelina would cry out in pain, then her mother would begin to violently shake her to make her get quiet. There would be some more hitting and slapping, and then she would be, literately, thrown out of the room. Angelina would lay here in the darkness, then slowly stand up and walk away to her room in unbearable pain. She would then flop onto her bed and cry herself to sleep. This was Angelina's secret life that no one knew about.

Angelina was only noticed because of her strang quality of lonliness. During the day, Angelina would go to school, and then to town, and then spend the rest of the day at Moon Lake Park. But, she was always alone, and only talked to herself. At school, sh would sit in the desk in the back corner, not talking to anyone. The playground was always a place where she did things alone, and avoided contact with others. Her teacher found this strange, but never could figure out why, since Angelina never talked and know one ever saw her parents out and about. Then, after school, Angelina would go into town. There, she just walked around and looked into the store windows. Everyone who saw Angelina just saw her as lonely, depressed, or lacking in communication skills. Really, Angelina just didn't know who to trust, and who to believe in. After being in town, she would go to Moon Lake Park, and just sit on the bench over looking a small pond with ducks swimming everywhere. At this small park, Angelina felt at peace and almost free. This was the only place that she felt like she could smile and be truly happy. Then, when Angelina was eight-years-old, everything changed.

It was about three months after her eighth birthday, and Angelina had just gotten home from the park. She walked into her house and, immediately, heard raging screams and angry words. They were much louder than normal, making Angelina more frightened than normal. She tried to run and somewhere to hide, but it was no use. Her father grabbed her and pulled her into the kitchen, where and overpowering smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. Angelina's father began to shake her with rage, and yell at her, and blame things on her. He then tossed her to the floor like an old teddy bear. Her mother then began to kick her with anger and frustration. Angelina curled herself into a ball and just took each kick, one by one. Soon as her mom stopped, Angelina stood up and looked around, and saw the room was empty. She quickly ran up stairs, but was then stopped at the top by her parents. They started to yell and toss Angelina back and forth like a base ball. Once again she was thrown to the floor, but this time both parents started to kick and hit her. Angelina cried and yelled in pain with each grueling hit and kick. Both parents then lifter her up and tossed her down the stairs, and watched Angelina tumble to the bottom. They left and Angelina lied there, unable to move and in pain. She soon fell unconcious, and was left at the bottom of the stairs to breath ber last waking breaths. Then, she fell cold and dead as a broken eight-year-old girl.

It wasn't until the following morning Angelina's dead body was found by a police officer that was sebt to check on Angelina by a worried school. Her parents pulled an evil, well put on act of crying and acting torn apart by her sight. The police bought it, and they told everyone that Angelina fell down the stairs and died from a horrible brain injury. All thought it was true, and no one sought to find another answer.

Shortly after all that was decided, Angelina's parents left the state, and that led to suspicions. But, they were suspicions no one sought to find the answer to. Angelina now lies in a casket buried at the local cemetary with a tombstone above her. A tombstone that states her name, date of birth and death, and the words, "A girl full of mystery and a death with a bigger one." Angelina Carter will now never get justice for her terrible ending, and will never to have a chance to live a free life. Good-bye, and enjoy life in heaven, Angelina Carter!

                                                                            THE END


I know it's kind of deppressing, but just give me your feedback!! Thanks!

My Own Truth: Don't Give up on Faith

The following is an essay I wrote for an Advanced Composition class I took my senior year of High School! I really liked what I had wrote and was very happy with it. There is also some stuff about me that is shared within the essay! So, read it, and let me know where it needs improvement! Nothing is too harsh! Thanks!

                                                       Don’t Give Up On Faith
       Life is full of undulation, a series of peaks and troughs. When life is going good and there are not any problems, it’s a peak. When life is not going as good and a lot of bad seems to be happening, it’s a trough. During those peaks and troughs, most people tend to also have the same sort of ups and downs with their faith. Life is going good, so your faith is as it always is, but when life is going bad, you lose your faith. This practice, hasn’t worked out for me, personally, and I can imagine that it doesn’t work out for a lot of other people as well. What I have learned in life, is to never give up on your faith in God. God is always there for you, and never leaves you. So having that constant trust and belief in Him gives you someone that you can always turn to, it just takes a quick prayer. What I have for anyone out there who just isn’t sure what to think about their faith is some of my own stories to show you that having faith in God can leave a positive aspect on life.
   
     Now first off, it isn’t always easy to have strong faith in God. I’ll be honest, I did not always have a good strong faith in God. Since I was in second grade, I have struggled with being overweight and have had a long road of trying to lose it. I have seen at least ten different doctors and have been scanned with ultra-sounds, cat scans, and x-ray machines at least eight times. Not to mention, I have been poked with needles way more times than I can even count. As I continued to go through my weight journey, my faith dwindled, then I got a blood clot in my right lung. I gave up on my faith right then. I had decided that God hated me because he was letting all this bad stuff happen to me, but then my mom told me something that got me thinking. My mom told me to think back on the day I found out I had a blood clot. I thought about it, and realized that I should be dead. On the day I went to the hospital, I had a snow day, my mom and siblings were home, I didn’t have practice for the eighth grade play, and the doctor called for me to go in right as I was about to go sledding. If none of that would have happened that day, I would be laying in a casket underneath a tombstone instead of writing this essay. That was when I realized God loved me, and that He never left me, I was the one who left Him. So, the lesson here, God loves you and is right there with you through each and every trial, He never leaves your side. It may seem like it at times, but during those times is when you have to look to God the most and grow from the experience. Don’t be like me and wait till you’re practically on your death bed, figure it out sooner, or it may be too late. Faith in this story, is knowing that God loves you and never leaves you.
   
       Now, once I had this knowledge, my faith still wasn’t exactly all that great. I was still just your average Christian who went to church, youth group, and a Christian school. I still didn’t have a real solid grasp on what it meant to have a strong faith in Jesus. It wasn’t until I took a trip to Nassau, Bahamas, with my youth group to do work at the All Saints Camp. This was a mission trip we went on through Next Step Ministries and we did work on building cabins and repaving a concrete walkway for the residents of the camp. The residents of the All Saints Camp are those who have HIV/AIDS or are affected by it in some sort of way. On this trip, it was the residents of the camp who taught me what true faith was. Actually, it was one resident in particular, Miss Moxy.

Miss Moxy is in her mid forties to early fifties, extremely thin and sickly looking, paralyzed from the waste down, confined her to her bed, and has AIDS. She lives in a tiny, rundown, filthy, urine-smelling cabin with no contact from her family. Miss Moxy was brought to the camp by her sister when she was in the accident that disabled her. It is also when she was found to have AIDS. Basically, her family abandoned her there. Miss Moxy lives alone in the most awful conditions, but yet, every time I walked into her cabin, she would have a huge smile on her face and have her arms up in the air, praising God. She was also very faithful about reading her Bible and her daily devotional each and every day. Whenever I talked to Miss Moxy about her faith, she would just start thinking about all that she is blessed with and everything she is happy about. Then she would point to the sign just above her doorway that read, “Be Thankful Every Day.” Miss Moxy also told me that she trusts that God will provide for her and make each day a new and wonderful one. That is when it hit me, faith is being thankful for the good and trusting God when things go bad. Faith isn’t just for the good or just for the bad, it’s both. Now, when I think of defining faith, I say that faith is Miss Moxy. It’s just being grateful for the good things and for the blessings, and praising God in them; and also trusting that God will help you through the hard times and in supplying you with the things you need. This shows the importance in sticking through your faith, because it helps you through the hard times and also allows you to rejoice in the good.

          
         Now, sticking with your faith isn’t always an easy thing, it can be very hard as well. There are many times in life when I am sure you will want to slip away from having that faith, but that is why you have some of those significant people in your life to help you out. Those people could be a best friend, a family member, pastor, youth leader, or even a teacher. Just someone you love and trust, and can count on to help you through when it gets hard. Those people are there to remind you that God is always there and to just pray over it. They are there to comfort you and just keep you motivated. Also, they are people that you should be able to vent to about anything that is going on. Without the significant people in my life, there would be many times that I would have given up and just have decided to say “screw it” with my faith. Those people can also help to broaden your faith even more and think way outside of the box. They can also help you discover what your faith really means to you and help you to keep it strong.
        
         To top this all off, the Bible says in Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” This verse shows that God has big plans for you, and that you have to trust him in everything you do, and in every path he leads you down. You also have to trust him in the hard times and always look to him to help you through it, for he has plans for you. Mark 12:30 says to “Trust the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength” also proving to trust in God and don’t give up on your faith in him. My stories, are just some small stories that have lead to a much stronger faith in God, and it helps me keep a more positive outlook on life. I honestly believe that I feel happier because of my faith in God and because I trust him. It may not end up being the same way for everyone, but having a faith in God, can do amazing things, just look what I have already gone through and experienced. I have done things I never thought I would have done, such as that mission trip and I have also done Kids Hope and gotten involved in a youth film ministry making movies for others to see. God has done wonderful things for me and continues to do so. I still have my struggles, those never go away, but I know I can work through them with God on my side. A closing verse for you to ponder on is in Galatians 2:20, “I have been crucified with Christ and no longer live, but Christ lives in me. The life I now live in the body, I live by faith in the son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” This verse to me, says that Jesus died for me and lives in me, so now I live by him and by faith in him in return. It may say something different for you, but just ponder on it. I hope that through this, you gain a lesson on faith, and you don’t give up on it. God is always with you and loves you; keep that faith.

It Begins!!

Just so everyone knows, I am going to be using this blog to write. And when I say write, I mean it!! I am going to be posting different things that I write on here so that other people can read it, tell me what I can improve on, and give me other ideas! Also, everything I write is to glorify God with the talents he has given me! Thus, the name of this blog! haha! So, this is just a beginning post to tell you all what this blog is about and what I am looking for responses!! Thank-you so much and God Bless!! The first official writing piece will be posted soon!! I just need to figure out which of my pieces to put on here! haha!