There was a slight breeze, which made the softball sore through the dark night. This was the last time I would ever see my best friend Trevor. It was 6 am when my alarm clock went off. Hit the snooze a few times when my mom hollered, “Richard, get up. We’re going to be late.” So I slowly drug myself out of bed because I had a restless night.
I was wrong. Everyday, all day, I had to have an escort everywhere I went. Even to go to the bathroom. They would call Mrs. Naso or the vise principal Mrs. Chalmers to take me anywhere I went. One time I tried to sneak away at lunch but they found me in a matter of minutes.
The conspiracy theories behind Marilyn's demise are many. No-one really knows the full truth simply because those directly involved won't talk about it (and anyway most have died by now). It is definitely a fact that there were people present in Marilyn's house on the day and morning of her death. On Saturday morning August 4, 1962, Marilyn was up early for breakfast(grapefruit) having not slept well for most of the night. Apparently she was in bad form complaining about her house guest's (her personal publicist, Pat Newcomb, who had spent the night, woke at 9 A.M.) ability to sleep well while she couldn't.
She also crammed a bar of soap down his throat & to think David attempted to escape his aunt’s house, because he actually missed her. Mother only feeds David breakfast, when he finished all of his morning chores. His reward was cereal leftovers from his brothers. “I finish the dishes, then my other chores. For my reward I receive breakfast-leftovers from one of my brother’s cereal bowls.
Sunny and her husband sleep in a room on the floor. Their 4 kids push beds together to make big ones and sleep on them in the same room. When her dad got sick she quit her job and she had to move in with her mom and dad. She goes to a discounts store (Save a Lots) and gets generic brands of food. Then her Brother Todd moved in with his family (which made it 14) but he wouldn’t even go inside until he got sick and coughed up blood.
As I moved to a public school, I lost friends and lost more of the self-assurance I didn’t even own. I was picked on in school for my weight and for wearing a bra at such a young age because I had more meat on my body than most girls. I would cry myself to sleep practically each night and began starving myself. Starving myself was a perplex undertaking because I was conscious that my mother would quickly discern and I was young, so I would not be able to withstand not eating for such a duration of time, but I kept this up, on and off, for a couple of months. I did begin loosing weight, which generated in me the greatest appeasement, but I would always recoup that weight, and because of that my mother never managed to perceive anything.
As soon as the gun went off I got in the middle of the pack trying to make it to the finish line. I was at my last lap when I was coming around the corner and I see the clock and it read 5:50. I got disappointed in myself. So all I had left is to sprint to the finish line. Coming to the finish line I pushed myself to hard and fell over the finish line.
A personal experience that has made a lasting impression on me has to be when I moved out of my parent’s house. Having to find my own apartment and start paying my own bills made me realize life in the real world is not as easy as people think my parents made it look way too easy having to find time to wash my clothes and clean under my bed was not as easy as you might imagine. I have a lot to get used to even still. I can’t even go to sleep without eating a bowl of cereal, which some nights I don’t even have because of Lack of money and
When dinner was ready I tried to sit and talk to her but she stood up with her plate and gone she went to her room. I could not believe this atrocity was happening to me. Eventually, we had to go together to family reunions but this didn’t stop her from not talking to me. Sometimes my mother would not wait for me to come out of school and she would leave me home alone to go eat lunch with her sisters. This looked like revenge to me against what I had said before when I was sixteen.
We were able to talk to one of the students at Columbia High about the acne breakout that happened the previous day. The student was so mortified she refused to have a photograph taken at this time but she did talk to us about the possible cause of this mysterious breakout. She quoted, “I’ve never had acne before!” “I woke up yesterday morning, brushed my teeth, than I looked up in the mirror and saw all these zits. My face looks I have a severe case of chicken pox! I’m so embarrassed; I walk around with a scarf on my face!” We had ask her if she thought the cause was the never ending work the her and her fellow classmates our assigned.