Rough Draft Short Story

It was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but I tried not to look back(Lezotte,35),” I go through this all the time. My mom and dad split up when I was about 7, I lived with my mom and my sister, and my dad lived in Sioux Falls for a couple of weeks then moved. My dad now lives in Rapid City, SD, which is about five hours away from Sioux Falls. I usually go up to Rapid City for about a weekend then I come back home because I have school. I think it is the hardest, and the worst feeling to have, is to leave your father and then not seeing him for about 7 months.

It wasn’t easy for my parents to watch their sons leave. We nearly spent two years apart from each other. We felt truly blessed while

“Here.” He said, handing me the white envelope that remain sealed with a small blue sticker that read sixteen on it. I gape at the letter, then peer back up into twinkling mossy green eyes that belonged to no one other than Cameron Anderson, the dirty blonde headed boy who girls drooled over and fantasized about during their free time. Undoubtedly they were all only after him for his daddy’s wealth, some possibly his looks. Simply Cameron was the captain of the well respected baseball team who most likely has the intelligence of a 5 year old and in no way was I going to be dragged into the feminine world of raging hormones over this guy, even if he is rather good looking, I unashamedly admit to myself.

The day started out normal. I got up and ate breakfast.(It was an egg and bacon sandwich.) Then, Kari told me that I needed to read. So, I went upstairs to get a book. After I found the book that I wanted to read, I went to my room.

Eventually, we are moving back to Dallas TX, where my brothers are working in a granite company. I applied and got a job with them, I used to ride with them until I got my first car. It was an old and ugly purple car we used to call it the “Camaro” because it was so loud and it made sounds from far people would think is a real nice and pretty car. My baby was born a couple of months after it was a beautiful girl she was the most precious thing I had ever seen, I fell in love once again and again with another beautiful daughter two years later. The company I had been working with repositioned me and wanted me to do a couple of jobs in Houston, TX.

Do you ever remember that one busy week in your life? The one that unravels you like a cheap sweater that only lasted five days? It was a mellow Monday morning, around August. I woke up thinking about what to do that day, there was nothing to do. I layed in bed despondently, exactly like a very sick patient.

‘’Emily’’wake up,you're going to be late for school. ’’ I ignored my mom and kept my eyes closed hoping that she would just leave. ‘’Emily’’ get up up, i'm not going to repeat myself again. Wake up emily or am going to take your drawing book away from you for a month!’’

It is the seventh day and I am still sitting on the bench for embarrassing my teacher. I remember the feeling of guilt and the fact that I could not get up and play. It was a great view to only see other kids play handball, basketball, and even kickball. Boy, did I feel like I was going to explode. Whenever I would try to leave, the two teachers supervising me would always blow the whistle.

From my grandfather moving from one city to another when he was still a teenager to support himself, and eventually his family; fighting to achieve his dreams, dreams that were once unimaginable. To my mother taking my sisters and me many miles away from everything we knew, our country and our comfort

As everyone got off the bus, I joined my friends, who were ecstatic that we finally made it and were making plans on which rides they would get on first. I on the other hand kept a low profile

The train ride was a long ride with a lot of stops, but at least I had company and a new friend. When we finally reached home we said our goodbyes and departed our separate directions. As time went on it was August 15, 1973 and the tragic war that claimed 47,410 lives and took 8,744,000 people away for their families for no telling how long was finally over for the united states. That was a moment I would never forget the time of happiness that the war was

Ruth: The hardest thing I had to do was to leave my parents, siblings, and friends. I wish I would have cherished the time with them. Although

She rode the public bus system to school,; however, she was not able to sit at the front of the bus since it was for

The bus ride was extremely boring because none of my friends were in ski club. There were a couple sixth graders that I would soon become friends with later on in the year that were on the bus. But

I rode bus 24 and turns out my friends rode that bus and so the boy that i liked at the time. However, my home bus driver wasn 't the nicest person either. His name was Carl and drove bus number 31. He was really old, had a head full of grey hair, and always loved getting people in trouble. I had never gotten trouble with him though all year