Teenage years
Suicide Survival
I hear a voice followed by a knock in my sleep, “wake up, vital signs”. I open my eyes & my roommate was already gone. Damn, what an early bird. I go pee, wash my face, brush my teeth & walked out of my room. I was last for the vitals. When she was done, she pointed behind her to the cafeteria & told me to go have breakfast. Almost everyone already had their trays, they were serving waffles, sausages & eggs. They had dry cereal, cartons of milk, coffee, fruit everywhere. I really felt like I was back in school. I saw old & young faces. I grab my waffles, grab some coffee & sit down alone. I felt alone again. A few moments later, my table was full.
By Solibeth Nunez5 years ago in Confessions
Midnight Dash
It all started when Joseph got a car. We were 16 years old and that was one of the coolest things that you could have. No more waiting for our parents to take us to meet our friends at the movie theater on Friday night. We were free and it was glorious. This was the first weekend that he had his car and we made plans. Him and I had a flirtation but it never progressed to anything else he was one of my best friends since he moved here from Michigan.
By Marissa DeShields5 years ago in Confessions
The Night My Mom Died
The air in the cafeteria was chilly with the night breeze. I was still riding a wave of adrenaline from my performance with my middle school honor band. Parents were meeting their kids, congratulating them for a job well done, and everyone began funneling out to the parking lot.
By Shannon Moose5 years ago in Confessions
The Ex-Con, My Newborn Sister, and Me
This is how my story ends. I was sure of it. A two-door car sped down a winding road in Lexington, Kentucky. A cooler in the back seat knocked around. It’s owner, Mark, tanner than Brazilian cowhide, with sunglasses precariously resting on the back of his head, yelled to me, his eyes off the curved asphalt.
By B. Pratt5 years ago in Confessions
Clever Alternatives
Growing up, me and one of my cousins were best friends. We hung out every weekend and talked on the house phone every day after school and wrote each other notes when we were in school and unable to do those things. Her parents were a lot cooler than mine so her house was kind of the spot, especially as we got into our teen years. I thought we were a lot alike. Full of sarcasm and hormonal rage, it seems, in retrospect, we had little in common. I figure it to be a mutual appreciation for certain words, flannel, sad boys, and poetry; some of which didn’t hold up for either of us. Now, I’m a full-time beatnik and she is a young professional. I am the Tarot-reading sexual deviant and overall degenerate. She is a lawyer. We liked music, I guess. And it makes sense because even in high school I was a bit of a mentally-unstable burnout and she was an advanced placement superstar. She was never too keen on things like smoking cigarettes or weed like I was. But for some reason, she was willing to risk it all for a very special three-day trip…
By Lolly Paige Lennox5 years ago in Confessions
Spidey-Daddy
Like a fair number of late high school early-college age kids, my friends and I decided to engage in a night of hooping, hollering, and all kinds of admittedly stupid antics. I think back on both fondly and with high levels of cringe. The challenges started while we were driving home from the beach one day, and my friend, who we’ll call Gregor, declared we would be playing a game of truth and dare during the car ride home. The group consisted of me, “Gregor,” “Katie,” “Darrin,” and “Kyle.” We were almost home. Maybe it was to keep everyone awake and alert as we made the early-evening drive back home.
By Tyler C Douglas5 years ago in Confessions
Castle of Cards Queen. Third Place in Inside Jokes Challenge.
Invincibility travelled up and down my veins. I was 15 and for the first time nothing could stop me. After being bullied my whole childhood, I embodied the black swan and my fierce dance poisoned the environment with pheromones.
By Gabi5 years ago in Confessions
Adolfo
I’ve never looked at a pair of boxer briefs the same since 2014. It’s just one of the many reasons my friends expect things to go left when we all get together. My two best friends and I were moving to our college campuses in the upcoming fall and we decided to take a road trip that summer before our new lives began. What better way to spend it by going to Six Flags Fiesta Texas? We were so excited to take our first (and last) solo trip before adulthood. The drive was mostly nothing out of the ordinary; a couple of hours from Houston to San Antonio.
By Jae-lin Mitchell5 years ago in Confessions
Where's Your Sweater?
Don't ever let me get bored. My creative (insane?) brain absolutely hates being bored, and will invent things just to stay active. Normally, I can channel these impulses into research for a jewelry or craft project, but when I'm trapped....
By Meredith Harmon5 years ago in Confessions
