When bad things happened

Two days ago was her birthday. Two days ago she had the smiles and laughs. Two days ago she was 16. But two days after two days ago was unforgettable. It was the day that caused her lifelong hate for anything and everything. She went to her first through seventh period classes happy. The day itself was not the cause of her crying, her anger. A minute before she entered her eighth period class she got a phone call, a phone call of him being in jail. Her almost dying. Them being taken away from her. -“Yes this is she.” -“Were sorry to inform you that…” The phone dropped out of her hand. Fell down onto the tiled floor on the third floor of the main building. She froze… “Hello. Ma’am are you still there?” She looked around. Everything was a blur. Everything was gone. What would she do next? She picked up the phone slowly. -“Yes.” She responded -“You may find them at this facility, her at Rush hospital, Him at Cook County Jail.” There were tears down her eyes. “We are very sorry…” She hung up. She slowly slid her back down the wall directly to the right of her eighth period class’ door until she was sitting down with her knees by her face. She laid her face down onto her knees. Her phone rang. She threw it to the right of her. It landed seven feet from her; her screen was cracked into seven pieces. The phone still rang. She sat there for the whole period. The last bell rang. She finally stood up and walked toward her phone. *Seven missed calls* She picked her phone up placed it in her pocket. One asked what was wrong with her and passed by without an answer. She half ran to her car and got into the car. She began slamming her hands onto the steering wheel.She thought of the days where things were regular. When things were average and even pure. The days she missed the most were when they were all together. All together as one family. She wanted to know why this happened to her. She wanted to go back. But she could not and that was the reality. Everything was going to move on, but how would she move along with everything? She turned her car on and began to drive and think.She didn't know where to go first. So much came at once. There were many somethings missing from her life. Her life of being 17.

WHO could this be. Resme?

Resme Nicole Valentine People drive down this road. They seek the happiness that the atmosphere gives. They can open their windows and such, to breathe in the air. The air is clear; it smells of well thoughts and happy endings. Through dark days and light ones people come down this road to breathe in this air and feel.. A family of two goes down this road. -“Mom why won’t you tell us where were headed” - “It’s a surprise Hun” - “But mom!” Resme screamed. She had anxiety. It was her and her brother’s spring break. They had a long break, about 2 and half weeks or so. Resme was the youngest, she was 14, and her older brother Zann was 17. -“Shut up Rez” Zann said while looking at his phone. He was on his phone all day and night. They’d been on the trip for about 2 days now. Resme mocked Zann silently. -“Whatever” Resme mumbled under her breath. She loved but did not like her brother, he rarely talked but when he did it was always negative or stupid to her. She wanted to get out of that car as soon as possible. It smelled of a mixture of old sweat socks from Zann and old lady perfume from her mother. Her dad was on a “business trip”. He had been on a “business trip” since she was 8, so she knew he wasn’t coming back. Zann took his headphones out of his ears. -“Ma I gotta pee, can we stop?” -“In a minute Zann there isn’t a bathroom for a while” -“Well who said I need a bathroom” Zann laughed at his own remark. But his mother didn’t, she looked at him with a straight face. -“You have to wait” Zann rolled his eyes and went back onto his phone. Twelve minutes later I looked over to Zann and he looked as if he was going to burst. His eyes closed shut and his body rocking with his feet on the seat of our minivan. -“Mom where is the next stop Zann looks like he might piss himself” I yelled while pointing at my dumb brother for not saying anything. -“You watch your mouth young lady” My mom looked back at me with a surprised look. I felt that the moment was needed of the vocabulary I chose so I felt no guilt. I chuckled, even. My mom stopped the car. I looked out of the window and saw a small building. Nothing there to explain what it was. I looked at my mom through the front view mirror with confusion, one eyebrow slowly rising higher than the other. -“What is this?” I asked. I felt that everything I said was very much so needed. Before I could get a response Zann jumped out of his seat and out of the car. He ran so quickly toward the building that my mom had no time to notice he left. Three minutes later when my mom finally looked up from her phone my brother was already back in. -“What is that place” I tugged on my brother while asking. -“Nothing” My brother quickly responded without emotion. What was the deal with these people, I thought. They had a tendency to not tell me anything. Was there a secret? Resme turned over to the right window where she was closest to and looked out to the building; she wondered what was in there. If there was really nothing in there. If her mother and brother were hiding things from her and if so why. She wanted answers. -“How much longer?” Resme asked in anger. She got no response. -“Mom!” Resme yelled with a slight frustrated tone. -“I don’t know Resme just sit back and entertain yourself” was the response. Resme pulled out her headphones and placed them onto her ears. She plugged the bottom of the chord into her I Pod. She turned her I pod to the playlist she had for the moments like these. It was the only playlist in her I Pod. They were the only songs on her I Pod

"A principle to live by" The Road

     A principle that I and ny family lives by is to do what you love at all costs. Society makes it seem like doing ehat you love is important,  but if doing what you love is something that does not get you a sufficient amount of money then it should be put aside for something that does. And I feel like my family loves to follow that principle in life and they want me to follow that principle as well. They would probably expect that way of thinking to be passed down to my children and future generations of our family.
    Another principle that I personally live by is to never make someone feel how you would not want to feel. If I never want to be sad in a relationship/friendship then that rule would apply to the person I am in a relationship or friendship with. I believe that if you make someone feel a certain way, you should put yourself in that situation and see if you would be okay with that treatment or whatever your putting that person through. There are many small principles that I live by, and even if I don't live by them at the moment, some principles are important to me and I would wish to at some point follow in the future and be able to pass it down to my family and so on.