I went to school everyday, and it begins to get dull on you. Watching the same thing over and over again; hoping that one-day your life will change. Perhaps my life will change; perhaps my life will be a best seller as it says on the roof of my school building.
I never really enjoy this life because nothing exciting happens. When does the line come between living your life and just being another statistic? See, life in this world seems pointless, because nobody knows آپ existed unless you’re written in the history کتابیں یا on their پسندیدہ فلمیں and stories. My life consists of five things; wake up, go to school, learn, go home, sleep and then repeat, same thing everyday of every week of every year. The only sort of joy I find in this world is through the animated فلمیں that I watch; finding some comfort in pretending that I was in them, where I would be important to people.
My mother was verbally abusive, and she never really wanted me. She only wanted the child support. My father has moved somewhere else to be with his woman and right now I am with my grandmother, living in her house. It’s not bad, but then again, it’s not the best.
One particular movie I really enjoy watching is Rio. آپ know? The children movie where the two unlikely birds fall for each other? That’s my favorite. I guess the birds remind me of when life was good, یا they make me want a better life where others actually recognize who I am and don’t just recognize me to torture me.
My name is Crash Hops, nice to meet you…this is my story.
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I woke up to my grandmother shaking me.
“CRASH! Get up!” She screamed.
“Huh? W-Wha?” I let out, not registering what she was saying.
“Get up! You’ll be late!”
With that I jumped out of بستر and went to my wooden hamper where I kept my school clothes that I was planning to wear for the day. I guess it’s to the point where my body just does it automatically; like it’s a normal bodily function. I open the drawers where I keep my undergarments and went to take a bath.
Like most mornings I didn’t technically get a bath; I just sat there on the toilet and wondered what life would be like if I was an animated character یا if I could do something in this world. Sometimes I’ll pray and hope that God will answer my calls for a better life, but like normal, it doesn’t happen. Not saying that God isn’t listening, but I doubt he’ll just give me a woman off a silver platter; he’ll give me an opportunity and I have to be the one who recognizes it and takes it. I sit there and moan about how “terrible” my life is. How boring and hurtful my life is.
I finally get done rambling and feeling sorry for myself and I get up off the toilet, turn off the tub water that I turn on to trick my grandmother into thinking I am taking a shower, I put the towels into the basket so that they look like I used them, and I walk out of the bathroom to go get ready.
I walk into my room and slip on my grayish colored شرٹ, قمیض with some old raggedy blue jeans and my steel toed Georgia Boots. I walk out of my room and out into the ماند, خلوت خانہ where my grandmother, sitting in her normal گلابی robe, has two pieces of Cheese ٹوسٹ and a Mountain Dew waiting for me. Weird breakfast huh? Yeah, my breakfast is weird; the Dew is for my ADHD though. It helps me stay focused.
I finish my Cheese ٹوسٹ and head for the door, “Good luck! Have a good دن at school!” My grandmother called. I usually don’t reply to that, take that how آپ want, but I don’t believe that deserves a response.
The truck I drive is a Ford Ranger. Not much, but it gets me from A to B. It’s red with black highlights and it has a step side with a toolbox on its back (That is put back a little because I ran into my Aunt’s car.) I have dual pipes, so she sounds amazing. The only problem I think I could ever have with my truck is the fact that it’s so small. My دوستوں that aren’t actually just دوستوں with me for money can’t all fit in it. So yeah, we have problems.
I climb in my truck and crank it up, waiting for the radio to turn on before I shift it into gear and drive off to school.
The school that I go to isn’t that big. It has only four hundred students یا somewhere around there. It’s a big brick building with a pull in. Over to the side there is the student parking lot and that’s where I park. آپ know when a school is small when their parking spots are only numbered to eighty something. There is a big rock beside the closest parking spots to the school and it is tradition for each senior class to make a painting on it for their senior class to last until اگلے school year. If آپ scratched all the paint off and went down to the bare rock it’ll probably be a quarter of its current size. When آپ pass the rock there is a drive in that goes all the way down to a fence where آپ go into to go to the Agriculture Science labs یا to the Football field during football season. آپ walk across that سٹریٹ, گلی to another patch of گھاس that leads up to sidewalk where آپ go right to go into the building and on your left is the drop off zone for students who can’t afford cars. There are a lot of them سے طرف کی the way.
Inside there is a hallway to the front and right, which leads to the cafeteria where, of course, we eat lunch and breakfast. To the left, there is the English hallway where all the English teachers are found. To the right, there are two sets of double doors where the auditorium is located. To the right and left is the check in ڈیسک where آپ check in if you’ve been bad and got to school late. They have to press a button to let آپ into the cafeteria and the English hallway. The cafeteria has to be the largest room in the school, only اگلے to the Gym and even that’s a slight win. We have two lines; one “hot” and one “cold” and we get to choose which meal we’d like to devour.
All these amazing rooms I tend to skip and go straight to my first class, Chemistry, where my first block teacher, Mrs. Radwick is waiting for my fellow classmates and me. I stay in there until 9:25 where the گھنٹی, بیل rings and we travel through the cafeteria and through a little room beside the cafeteria called the “annex”. I arrive at Math IV where Mr. Matchet is waiting for me. After that, I go out to the AG Building to find an eager Mrs. Fort waiting for me. Finally I get to go to British Lit. where an eager Mrs. Bake is waiting for me. After her class, the دن ends at 2:50 and I head ہوم most likely to watch Rio.
I climbed into my truck and plugged my phone into the Auxiliary Port on my radio and listened to mostly A دن To Remember. I drove down the road past my turn to head ہوم and headed out on the Homerville Highway. The Southern Pines flying past my truck as I drive down with the window down so that I can feel the natural air smacking against my face.
Then, I noticed something strange, a bright white light coming from the river that flowed beside the road. I stopped, pulled over, and climbed out. I noticed that no one else was stopping to check out the random light coming from the river. “Am I the only one who sees this?” I کہا to myself. I looked down into the light and wondered if it was meant for me. Is this the opportunity God has دیا me? Maybe I just failed so many times and he’s making it obvious for me? I put my feet into the musky water to see if it felt different then a normal river. It didn’t, so I decided I should have a closer look. I went down underwater, staring at the light. Expecting to just be a reflection from something, I went to touch it and then; everything went dark.
I never really enjoy this life because nothing exciting happens. When does the line come between living your life and just being another statistic? See, life in this world seems pointless, because nobody knows آپ existed unless you’re written in the history کتابیں یا on their پسندیدہ فلمیں and stories. My life consists of five things; wake up, go to school, learn, go home, sleep and then repeat, same thing everyday of every week of every year. The only sort of joy I find in this world is through the animated فلمیں that I watch; finding some comfort in pretending that I was in them, where I would be important to people.
My mother was verbally abusive, and she never really wanted me. She only wanted the child support. My father has moved somewhere else to be with his woman and right now I am with my grandmother, living in her house. It’s not bad, but then again, it’s not the best.
One particular movie I really enjoy watching is Rio. آپ know? The children movie where the two unlikely birds fall for each other? That’s my favorite. I guess the birds remind me of when life was good, یا they make me want a better life where others actually recognize who I am and don’t just recognize me to torture me.
My name is Crash Hops, nice to meet you…this is my story.
_______________________________________________
I woke up to my grandmother shaking me.
“CRASH! Get up!” She screamed.
“Huh? W-Wha?” I let out, not registering what she was saying.
“Get up! You’ll be late!”
With that I jumped out of بستر and went to my wooden hamper where I kept my school clothes that I was planning to wear for the day. I guess it’s to the point where my body just does it automatically; like it’s a normal bodily function. I open the drawers where I keep my undergarments and went to take a bath.
Like most mornings I didn’t technically get a bath; I just sat there on the toilet and wondered what life would be like if I was an animated character یا if I could do something in this world. Sometimes I’ll pray and hope that God will answer my calls for a better life, but like normal, it doesn’t happen. Not saying that God isn’t listening, but I doubt he’ll just give me a woman off a silver platter; he’ll give me an opportunity and I have to be the one who recognizes it and takes it. I sit there and moan about how “terrible” my life is. How boring and hurtful my life is.
I finally get done rambling and feeling sorry for myself and I get up off the toilet, turn off the tub water that I turn on to trick my grandmother into thinking I am taking a shower, I put the towels into the basket so that they look like I used them, and I walk out of the bathroom to go get ready.
I walk into my room and slip on my grayish colored شرٹ, قمیض with some old raggedy blue jeans and my steel toed Georgia Boots. I walk out of my room and out into the ماند, خلوت خانہ where my grandmother, sitting in her normal گلابی robe, has two pieces of Cheese ٹوسٹ and a Mountain Dew waiting for me. Weird breakfast huh? Yeah, my breakfast is weird; the Dew is for my ADHD though. It helps me stay focused.
I finish my Cheese ٹوسٹ and head for the door, “Good luck! Have a good دن at school!” My grandmother called. I usually don’t reply to that, take that how آپ want, but I don’t believe that deserves a response.
The truck I drive is a Ford Ranger. Not much, but it gets me from A to B. It’s red with black highlights and it has a step side with a toolbox on its back (That is put back a little because I ran into my Aunt’s car.) I have dual pipes, so she sounds amazing. The only problem I think I could ever have with my truck is the fact that it’s so small. My دوستوں that aren’t actually just دوستوں with me for money can’t all fit in it. So yeah, we have problems.
I climb in my truck and crank it up, waiting for the radio to turn on before I shift it into gear and drive off to school.
The school that I go to isn’t that big. It has only four hundred students یا somewhere around there. It’s a big brick building with a pull in. Over to the side there is the student parking lot and that’s where I park. آپ know when a school is small when their parking spots are only numbered to eighty something. There is a big rock beside the closest parking spots to the school and it is tradition for each senior class to make a painting on it for their senior class to last until اگلے school year. If آپ scratched all the paint off and went down to the bare rock it’ll probably be a quarter of its current size. When آپ pass the rock there is a drive in that goes all the way down to a fence where آپ go into to go to the Agriculture Science labs یا to the Football field during football season. آپ walk across that سٹریٹ, گلی to another patch of گھاس that leads up to sidewalk where آپ go right to go into the building and on your left is the drop off zone for students who can’t afford cars. There are a lot of them سے طرف کی the way.
Inside there is a hallway to the front and right, which leads to the cafeteria where, of course, we eat lunch and breakfast. To the left, there is the English hallway where all the English teachers are found. To the right, there are two sets of double doors where the auditorium is located. To the right and left is the check in ڈیسک where آپ check in if you’ve been bad and got to school late. They have to press a button to let آپ into the cafeteria and the English hallway. The cafeteria has to be the largest room in the school, only اگلے to the Gym and even that’s a slight win. We have two lines; one “hot” and one “cold” and we get to choose which meal we’d like to devour.
All these amazing rooms I tend to skip and go straight to my first class, Chemistry, where my first block teacher, Mrs. Radwick is waiting for my fellow classmates and me. I stay in there until 9:25 where the گھنٹی, بیل rings and we travel through the cafeteria and through a little room beside the cafeteria called the “annex”. I arrive at Math IV where Mr. Matchet is waiting for me. After that, I go out to the AG Building to find an eager Mrs. Fort waiting for me. Finally I get to go to British Lit. where an eager Mrs. Bake is waiting for me. After her class, the دن ends at 2:50 and I head ہوم most likely to watch Rio.
I climbed into my truck and plugged my phone into the Auxiliary Port on my radio and listened to mostly A دن To Remember. I drove down the road past my turn to head ہوم and headed out on the Homerville Highway. The Southern Pines flying past my truck as I drive down with the window down so that I can feel the natural air smacking against my face.
Then, I noticed something strange, a bright white light coming from the river that flowed beside the road. I stopped, pulled over, and climbed out. I noticed that no one else was stopping to check out the random light coming from the river. “Am I the only one who sees this?” I کہا to myself. I looked down into the light and wondered if it was meant for me. Is this the opportunity God has دیا me? Maybe I just failed so many times and he’s making it obvious for me? I put my feet into the musky water to see if it felt different then a normal river. It didn’t, so I decided I should have a closer look. I went down underwater, staring at the light. Expecting to just be a reflection from something, I went to touch it and then; everything went dark.
