Once upon a time, in a magical land called South
Boston, my brother and I were in my mom’s living room playing karate.
My mother hates (to this day) when we play fight in our house. So as we
continue to fight, my mother calls me to stop fighting and as soon as I turn
around, my brother Chris kicks me square in the chest and I go flying onto a
glass table. As soon as that happened, we go running into our little brother’s
room and slam the door shut. Chris insists that we go check the situation, but
I tell him “are you crazy, do you not hear her screaming”? In my mind I thought
she was yelling because we broke the table, but in reality she wanted to check
if I was alright (and for good reason). I finally begin to peek, and as I do I get
this massive headache like someone just kicked me onto a glass table. I reach
back to grab my head and as soon as I pull my arm around, there is this huge pool
of blood in my hand. I freak out and go running to my mom who sees it and goes
all out. She immediately grabs her coat and has us get in the car as we speed
off to Children’s Hospital. We finally arrive after what felt like an eternity,
and we wait in the emergency room for exactly 1 hour until the doctor comes to
get me. My worst fears come true as the doctor tells my mother that I have to
get 4 staples on the back of my head without anesthesia (sulk). So as I prepare
myself, my brother gets this sudden realization of this is his fault. I lay
down on the hospital as my mom and brother hold me down. When the procedure is
finished, I get bandaged up and sent home after only 2 hours at the hospital.
The next year and a half were the worst because I couldn’t really get my scar wet,
I couldn’t play around and I got special treatment which I hated. June 6, 1999
my staples finally come off and I am excited to get back to my life. To this
day every time I get a haircut, I can feel the scar and I get reminded of how I
still need to get back at my brother, but only time will tell when I get my
exact revenge.
It was a beautiful day outside, Hi my name is jack. This
day was supposed to be one of the best days of my life, well it started the
way. As I woke up this morning I was so excited because finally it was prom
day, all I had to do was wake up shower, get a hair cut and get dressed. I didn’t
have to worry about what to wear, about my hair or make-up, I would leave all
of that to my date 
They say nothing lasts forever, but I thought our friendship would. My best friend, Jessica,and I were inseparable ever since we were kids. Since we lived on the same street, she came over every day. She was like a little sister to me. We've been best friends for eight years. Jessica was tall and skinny. She has short black hair with a caramel complexion. We never had an argument in all the time we've known each other. As we got older, Jessica started to change; she started lying to me about things. I knew she was lying to me because the things that she would say to me wouldn't make sense - one minute she would say one story and the next minute she would change her story. For example she would describe her Friday night at the mall and the next she was talking about a party she went on Friday. Which one was it? We went from being around each other all the time and talking on the phone everyday for hours to not speaking for days at a time. During our eight year friendship, this had never happened before. Things were definitely changing. On Jessica's birthday, I went to her house to celebrate her birthday when none of her so-called friends showed up. But when it was my birthday, she couldn't do the same for me. She had so many excuses as to why she couldn't come. I just felt like she was being selfish, and the Jessica that I knew in the past would of been there for me like I was for her. I go over our fight again and again in my head thinking about the hurtful things we said to each other. Should I try to make up with with her or was she just bringing me down ? From this experience I've learned that people change. This situation has changed me because now I don't trust people, It takes a while before I can trust someone. I also learned not to tell anyone my personal business even if I've known them for a while because if we get in a argument they can always tell people the things I've told them in confidence or they could throw it back in my face.
It
was a month before my grandfather had passed. I was coming home school and everything
seemed normal. I sat my bags down and went to the kitchen to get some food out
of the refrigerator. The second that I reached into the fridge, I felt an
immediate disconnect between my grandfather and me. That moment I knew that
some of my other family members felt it too. At this time, my grandfather was
in remission for colon cancer. I got the ideal sense to call my grandmother and
ask her ‘how’s papa doing’ even though I had no reason to feel this way. Her voice,
in great grief, replied, “you’re grandfather is going to die”. Instantly, I
grew sad and had goose bumps. I told her that this was the reason I called that
day; I knew something bad was happening. From that day, I learned what it is to
know something instinctively what events are to come. From this I conclude that
life happens fast and instantaneously and to trust your instincts.