Independent Writing Project #2
I remember the day I met the guy of my dreams he was perfect. Except that he was poor, and my parents wouldn’t except. They’re always telling me to marry someone my class. It was love at first sight. We were both going to get the same drink and suddenly he touched my hand and blushed. I can’t erase that memory. I hear the phone ringing it’s him Jack. He called to ask me to get to the movies with him. We’re at the movies and he gets ready to kiss me. I get all nervous and drop the soda on him. It’s all over his jeans and I am really embarrassed. He tells me it’s okay and takes me home. I don’t know how my parents found out about our relationship but they tell me he’s my brother. I get all discussed and start to cry. I can’t believe I fell in love with my brother. “Ew!” Jack calls me but I don’t answer him. He tries to talk to me and I ignore him and try to avoid him. One day I am going to take a walk at the park when I overhear my mom saying that she adopted me. But she didn’t want me to know so that I didn’t go out with him. I was really happy because this meant we could be together. I go inside the room and ask my mom about this she tells me the story. “When I was young I fell in love with Harry the father of Jack. But he was poor and my parents wouldn’t let me be with him so I would see him in secret. Then one day I got pregnant and my parents found out. When I gave birth to Jack my father took him to an orphanage. Since that day I haven’t seen him”. I asked her why she adopted me. She said “ I couldn’t have kids after Jack so we adopted you”. Months later Jack asks me to marry him I say “yes”. We got married and went to London where our honeymoon was. Was finally together after all that trouble.
Monday, January 3, 2011
Independent Writing Project # 1
I remember that summer the first time I fell in love with someone that someone was a boy named Jake. Our first kiss was when we were fifteen years old. It was really romantic. But when we were seniors in High School we would fight a lot because he wanted to leave to Boston, Massachusetts, because he got a scholarship to got to Harvard. But I got a scholarship to go to Northwestern. He had asked me several of times to go with him, but I told him I was not able to afford Harvard, it was too expensive. I hope he understood that my budget was really low. My dad doesn’t really earn a lot.
In May was Jake’s birthday he picked me up at 6pm. to go upstate and visit his family. Jake said “hi”. I said “hi”, back. We were about to get to his house when he decided to touch the college topic. We started to fight while he drove into the biggest mistake of our lives. He didn’t notice the other car in front of us. We crashed into the other car in front of us. The only thing I knew was that there was a big crash. Jake woke up from this nightmare. He tried to wake me up, but I couldn’t. Jake broke his arm but I was in coma; not sure for how long. Hours, Days, Months go by and I was still in coma. Jake started to get depressed and decided it was time for him to get a job. Nobody wanted to hire him because he was too young and inexperienced. He had never worked before. He decided to join the army.
Two years later, Jake visited me but I was still in coma. Sergeant Jones asked him if he wanted to extend his years in the army. He was not sure if I was going to wake up soon. So he extended it for two years.
A year later I finally woke up form coma. The first thing I asked was where was Jake? They told me he was dead. I went crazy and started to deny everything they said even though I knew it was the truth, even though my heart was burning in the inside. But I had a feeling Jake was alive. I was depressed. My true love couldn’t be dead. My mother saw me sad every day so she tried to get me out of bed to go to parties.
One day, I was watching the news and saw that they found a group of soldiers that were being tortured by the Afghans. When Jake’s family heard this they all stopped talking. One of the soldiers was Jake. Jake was a live and finally was going to be with me. Two years later, Jake and I are going to get married I can’t wait to have a baby.
I remember that summer the first time I fell in love with someone that someone was a boy named Jake. Our first kiss was when we were fifteen years old. It was really romantic. But when we were seniors in High School we would fight a lot because he wanted to leave to Boston, Massachusetts, because he got a scholarship to got to Harvard. But I got a scholarship to go to Northwestern. He had asked me several of times to go with him, but I told him I was not able to afford Harvard, it was too expensive. I hope he understood that my budget was really low. My dad doesn’t really earn a lot.
In May was Jake’s birthday he picked me up at 6pm. to go upstate and visit his family. Jake said “hi”. I said “hi”, back. We were about to get to his house when he decided to touch the college topic. We started to fight while he drove into the biggest mistake of our lives. He didn’t notice the other car in front of us. We crashed into the other car in front of us. The only thing I knew was that there was a big crash. Jake woke up from this nightmare. He tried to wake me up, but I couldn’t. Jake broke his arm but I was in coma; not sure for how long. Hours, Days, Months go by and I was still in coma. Jake started to get depressed and decided it was time for him to get a job. Nobody wanted to hire him because he was too young and inexperienced. He had never worked before. He decided to join the army.
Two years later, Jake visited me but I was still in coma. Sergeant Jones asked him if he wanted to extend his years in the army. He was not sure if I was going to wake up soon. So he extended it for two years.
A year later I finally woke up form coma. The first thing I asked was where was Jake? They told me he was dead. I went crazy and started to deny everything they said even though I knew it was the truth, even though my heart was burning in the inside. But I had a feeling Jake was alive. I was depressed. My true love couldn’t be dead. My mother saw me sad every day so she tried to get me out of bed to go to parties.
One day, I was watching the news and saw that they found a group of soldiers that were being tortured by the Afghans. When Jake’s family heard this they all stopped talking. One of the soldiers was Jake. Jake was a live and finally was going to be with me. Two years later, Jake and I are going to get married I can’t wait to have a baby.
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