Imagine
First I’m lying relaxed and comfortable in my bed. Then in a matter of a second I doze into a deep sleep. Literally not even a minute went by before I had fallen into this strange trance. The bad part didn’t happen quite yet. A hard deep sleep felt good until my heart started to race. Now my mind is racing all over the place.
I feel like this is really happening and I’m walking up to a house. This house wasn’t even familiar to me and a ladder was leaning against it. No one was around and nothing else was in site. Next thing I know I’m climbing up the ladder.
Before I could get to the top I Fall. The ladder tipped back. My heart was pounding out of my chest.
My eyes opened. I didn’t hit the ground and I woke up sitting in my bed. The dream and trance faded away so quickly.
This was a nightmare and happened in a minute for a forever unknown reason.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Friday, October 16, 2009
Baby Cousin
Some of the best gifts that come are surprises. Certain surprises that you may not even be ready for, but they are beautiful miracles. My new aunt found out she was pregnant and it was so unexpected. With the different lives each member of my family lives it’s never boring.
Unplanned pregnancies seem to occur more than planned ones. I always thought my life was complicated and filled with weird surprises and stories but my family members definitely share similar lives. My uncle has had the most adventurous life of us all. Just recently divorced and remarried, his life is far from boring. In the beginning of the summer I found out he was getting remarried. Then later on during the wedding I over heard his new wife say she was pregnant. With three girls already, a boy would only complete the family I thought. However any healthy baby would be a great addition
Coming into this world for the first time is something we don't rememeber as newborns, however our mother and father remember the day. I don't think I will forget the day my new cousin was born. Although I wasn't there to witness it, I got a phone call as soon as the labor was over. It's weird to think that around every five minutes a newborn baby could be born. Some mothers don't even know they are pregnant, until a month is left and the sickness and stomach pains are more painful than ever and hard to ignore. I was in school when Kinsley was born. How unusual is the name Kinsley? Almost as unusual as life itself and the reproduction of humans and the miracle of babies. I guess the name fits. My uncle is not a normal person with a normal life, why have a daughter with a normal name? To be honest, I think one day old babies are kind of ugly. Naked of any characteristics except blue eyes, babies can be scary looking. Kinsley however is precious. Helpless and loved to death by everyone. How awesome is her life going to be? With three sisters and adventures parents that never rest, her life is going to be one huge excitement. I am so thankful to have her in my life, and I cannot wait for her to meet me and for me to hold her in my arms.
Unplanned pregnancies seem to occur more than planned ones. I always thought my life was complicated and filled with weird surprises and stories but my family members definitely share similar lives. My uncle has had the most adventurous life of us all. Just recently divorced and remarried, his life is far from boring. In the beginning of the summer I found out he was getting remarried. Then later on during the wedding I over heard his new wife say she was pregnant. With three girls already, a boy would only complete the family I thought. However any healthy baby would be a great addition
Coming into this world for the first time is something we don't rememeber as newborns, however our mother and father remember the day. I don't think I will forget the day my new cousin was born. Although I wasn't there to witness it, I got a phone call as soon as the labor was over. It's weird to think that around every five minutes a newborn baby could be born. Some mothers don't even know they are pregnant, until a month is left and the sickness and stomach pains are more painful than ever and hard to ignore. I was in school when Kinsley was born. How unusual is the name Kinsley? Almost as unusual as life itself and the reproduction of humans and the miracle of babies. I guess the name fits. My uncle is not a normal person with a normal life, why have a daughter with a normal name? To be honest, I think one day old babies are kind of ugly. Naked of any characteristics except blue eyes, babies can be scary looking. Kinsley however is precious. Helpless and loved to death by everyone. How awesome is her life going to be? With three sisters and adventures parents that never rest, her life is going to be one huge excitement. I am so thankful to have her in my life, and I cannot wait for her to meet me and for me to hold her in my arms.
Friday, October 2, 2009
I Don't Fight
It started off as a pretty regular night, relaxing and sitting back on the couch with a few friends. My roommates and I and the normal crew of guys we hung out were at the normal house we stayed; all our heads bobbing to the beat of the song. We were planning on possibly going out later in the night. I had my girls and a nice cold one in my hand so I was prepared to just go with the flow and stay hydrated. Strange faces began to arrive randomly during the night. In two or packs of three stumbling drunkies began to wonder off the streets and into the living room. I was just conversing with my friends laughing and having a good time until I was asked, “Do you know anyone here?”
“Not really,” I replied suddenly out of our own little world and looking around.
“There are so many people here and I only know half of them”
This was odd because usually we knew everyone that hung out in this house. The friends I knew brought friends I didn’t know and their friends came too.
They were all huddled whispering to each other and looking over at my roommates and me. The music was blasting and I didn’t think much of it so I decided to move from my chair and mingle a bit. I saw Ricky, who had become a close friend and the only face I could recognize in the kitchen. He wanted me to follow him outside, so I did. We got in an intense conversation about the strangers in the house and how I only knew the people who weren’t even there. Ricky was a little plastered, but so was I. Sitting down and consuming is never smart. When you stand up, it's like you have entered a different world. Ricky told me he wanted to see a girl fight. I didn't know a soul in the house at this point, but I was ready to impress anyone who challenged me. Everything felt so fast. One moment I was looking around confused at the faces I saw then I was outside with Ricky being turned on to a fight. I heard whispering in the house before, but I didn’t think it was about me (I thought).
“Mad Bitches are talking shit about you,” Ricky said to me and this random kid smoking a but on the porch.
“No way,” I said. “I’ll fight any Bitches that try to mess with me, I’m here every day, and they have no right to talk shit.”
“So you want to fight them too” Ricky’s eyes were wide and blood shot. Glazed over and excited when I watched him walk inside.
I could hear his voice echoing in the hallway as I walked up the stairs after him. As soon as I turned the corner a rather large girl stepped towards me and yelled obnoxiously."So you want to fight me?"
“Ah ah, what?”
“You want to fight me? You want to fight me?" she screamed
"Ah, ah, ya."
Boom! I was on the couch. After the conversation with Ricky, I wasn't back in the chair. I was helpless on the couch being attacked by a larger stranger. Ricky had to tell her I wanted to fight; he had to start unwanted drama. I was totally out of my element at this point. The night went completely opposite of what I expected. My chill night with the girls ended up being and unexpected girl fight. I have never fought a soul in my life. Confused and motionless she just kept swinging. I honestly did not want anything to do with fighting. I thought that house was a safe place for me and that I would never have to fight or defend myself in it. My friends weren’t even around me; she chose to hit me when I was around strangers? “Come on,” this happened out of nowhere.
“Not really,” I replied suddenly out of our own little world and looking around.
“There are so many people here and I only know half of them”
This was odd because usually we knew everyone that hung out in this house. The friends I knew brought friends I didn’t know and their friends came too.
They were all huddled whispering to each other and looking over at my roommates and me. The music was blasting and I didn’t think much of it so I decided to move from my chair and mingle a bit. I saw Ricky, who had become a close friend and the only face I could recognize in the kitchen. He wanted me to follow him outside, so I did. We got in an intense conversation about the strangers in the house and how I only knew the people who weren’t even there. Ricky was a little plastered, but so was I. Sitting down and consuming is never smart. When you stand up, it's like you have entered a different world. Ricky told me he wanted to see a girl fight. I didn't know a soul in the house at this point, but I was ready to impress anyone who challenged me. Everything felt so fast. One moment I was looking around confused at the faces I saw then I was outside with Ricky being turned on to a fight. I heard whispering in the house before, but I didn’t think it was about me (I thought).
“Mad Bitches are talking shit about you,” Ricky said to me and this random kid smoking a but on the porch.
“No way,” I said. “I’ll fight any Bitches that try to mess with me, I’m here every day, and they have no right to talk shit.”
“So you want to fight them too” Ricky’s eyes were wide and blood shot. Glazed over and excited when I watched him walk inside.
I could hear his voice echoing in the hallway as I walked up the stairs after him. As soon as I turned the corner a rather large girl stepped towards me and yelled obnoxiously."So you want to fight me?"
“Ah ah, what?”
“You want to fight me? You want to fight me?" she screamed
"Ah, ah, ya."
Boom! I was on the couch. After the conversation with Ricky, I wasn't back in the chair. I was helpless on the couch being attacked by a larger stranger. Ricky had to tell her I wanted to fight; he had to start unwanted drama. I was totally out of my element at this point. The night went completely opposite of what I expected. My chill night with the girls ended up being and unexpected girl fight. I have never fought a soul in my life. Confused and motionless she just kept swinging. I honestly did not want anything to do with fighting. I thought that house was a safe place for me and that I would never have to fight or defend myself in it. My friends weren’t even around me; she chose to hit me when I was around strangers? “Come on,” this happened out of nowhere.
Monday, September 21, 2009
A Terrifying Encounter
I never thought while doing something so normal and ordinary I would be stopped in my tracks,
scared to death, and all alone. It was just a simple walk to Burger King and the nearest gas station. I always keep to myself, oblivious to normal things that happen around me, and just determined to make it to my destination. My best friend Lynne works at Burger King and as usual I decided to meet her outside after close. When I arrived at B.K the restaurant was closed, but Lynne was still working so I decided to walk over to the gas station. I had to take two different cross walks because of the intersection; it wasn't rush hour so I made it across the street safely. As I was walking back from the gas station I began to feel scared.
I walked across the first faded white cross walk, that I could barely see in the dark to the telephone pole with the "push to walk button". I noticed a blue SUV slow down in an awkward way in the parking lot next door. I could hear the window roll down as the WALK signal blinked rapidly at me to cross. I booked it across the street, but didn’t lose my cool as I didn't think too much of the car. When I made it to the B.K. and Wal-Mart parking lots I started to walk at a normal pace again. Suddenly I glanced to my right to see the car whip into the vacant lot. I didn't stop walking until a voice called my name. "Hi Kayt, I'm Adam I want to get to know you come here." This voice was so unfamiliar I was shocked he knew my name. His skin blended in with the darkness of the night as I stopped to look at him through the passenger window. All I could see was the whiteness in his eyes. His voice was enhanced with an African accent and I grew more and more frightened as he kept repeating himself. "Come here, I would like to get to know you," he bellowed. "No!" I screamed. He slowly drove away as I took my phone out and pretended to dial the police. It was perfect timing as Lynne walked out of B.K with three of her co-workers. I began to tell her the story describing the man and what he said, but before I could finish a shocking comment came from her.
"That is my landlord!"
A million things were running through our minds at that moment. The unexpected twist is that I have never met her landlord and he has never met me. Lynne moved out that night and I haven't seen or heard from the African stranger named Adam again.
scared to death, and all alone. It was just a simple walk to Burger King and the nearest gas station. I always keep to myself, oblivious to normal things that happen around me, and just determined to make it to my destination. My best friend Lynne works at Burger King and as usual I decided to meet her outside after close. When I arrived at B.K the restaurant was closed, but Lynne was still working so I decided to walk over to the gas station. I had to take two different cross walks because of the intersection; it wasn't rush hour so I made it across the street safely. As I was walking back from the gas station I began to feel scared.
I walked across the first faded white cross walk, that I could barely see in the dark to the telephone pole with the "push to walk button". I noticed a blue SUV slow down in an awkward way in the parking lot next door. I could hear the window roll down as the WALK signal blinked rapidly at me to cross. I booked it across the street, but didn’t lose my cool as I didn't think too much of the car. When I made it to the B.K. and Wal-Mart parking lots I started to walk at a normal pace again. Suddenly I glanced to my right to see the car whip into the vacant lot. I didn't stop walking until a voice called my name. "Hi Kayt, I'm Adam I want to get to know you come here." This voice was so unfamiliar I was shocked he knew my name. His skin blended in with the darkness of the night as I stopped to look at him through the passenger window. All I could see was the whiteness in his eyes. His voice was enhanced with an African accent and I grew more and more frightened as he kept repeating himself. "Come here, I would like to get to know you," he bellowed. "No!" I screamed. He slowly drove away as I took my phone out and pretended to dial the police. It was perfect timing as Lynne walked out of B.K with three of her co-workers. I began to tell her the story describing the man and what he said, but before I could finish a shocking comment came from her.
"That is my landlord!"
A million things were running through our minds at that moment. The unexpected twist is that I have never met her landlord and he has never met me. Lynne moved out that night and I haven't seen or heard from the African stranger named Adam again.
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