Mayah Luckey
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When Life Hits
December 2018, homeless, cold, hungry and tired. My family and I sat in the comfort of our car in the post-office parking lot trying to decide what to do now that my step-dad has lost his job and we have been evicted. We would have spent the night in that car parked outside the post office. My mother suggested we call her mom for help and my step-dad soon agreed. Now, up in Grass Valley we ate a delicious meal made by my grams and slept like babies in her very warm comfortable home. My grams assisted us with a storage for our belongings and aided us as much as she could; however, with her living in a senior area she was only allotted a few guests for approximately 60 days and then they had to leave. So, we did.
By Mayah Luckey4 years ago in Motivation
When Snow Falls
Winter... the coldest season of the year. When snow and ice make driving harder and risky. The time of year that requires jackets, hats, scarfs, mittens, boots and long socks. The best time for warm cuddles by the fire, blankets and hot cocoa. My name is Abigail Seymor. I am 15 years old and I love winter. When I was younger my big brother Jackson and I used to make snowmen and have snowball fights. Those were the good old days; before Jacks was shipped out to the Navy. Now it’s just me and my mom. My father had retired after about 12 years of service in the U.S army. He passed away two winters ago in a terrible blizzard. We have a nice cozy Cottage at the edge of town. And just beyond the clearing is a beautiful pond. I always go there to relax and escape the day to day troubles. But in winter, there is no place I’d rather be. If I'm late for dinner, chores or out late at night. Go past our cottage, through the woods, into the clearing, and there, just beyond the trees you will see me gliding along ever so gracefully across the sparkling frozen Lotus Pond. This winter is the coldest one yet. My mom is worried about how we will survive this winter. After all, our food supply has been rather scarce. Food in town is beyond low; they haven’t restocked the stores in almost a month. And here I am writing in my journal while my mom goes shopping and Ghost, our beautiful, fluffy, white Siberian husky, sits by my feet gnawing on an old bone. A moment later my mom bursts through the door. As she does the door swings open and a gust of cold air swooshes in; sending shivers down my spine. “ Abigail !” she hollers. “ Abby !” I hear her call again as the front door slams shut and I come running to see what goodies she brought home from the store. As mom hangs her jacket, Ghost runs to his bowl and whimpers. I decide to snoop through the bags of food as I ask “What’s for dinner mom?” To which she asks “How about Creamy Turkey and Vegetable Casserole?” “Sounds good to me. Would you like any help?” “No, I got it... Did you take Ghost out for a walk today?” She asked, eyeing him as he scratched at the door and whimpered. “NO…” I say as I roll my eyes. Don’t judge, I had plans to hang out with Malcolm and his friends. But, I can’t tell my mom that; there’s no way she’ll understand. After all, Malcolm is only the hottest boy in school. With his thick curly hair, and his biceps, his deep, brown, mysterious eyes. I think with a sigh. Ugh! Why do things never go according to how I plan? I walk over to our telephone and call Malcolm and let him know I wouldn't be able to make it. "I have to take Ghost out for a walk. My mom wants me back in right after so..." "It's cool. I have a writing assignment my mom needs me to do. I'll see you at school tomorrow." "Okay...good night." "Good night." We say and hang up the phone. “ Here boy. Let’s go for a walk.” I call walking over to open the door. Ghost happily replies with a bark. "Grab a jacket!" Mom yells from the kitchen.
By Mayah Luckey4 years ago in Fiction
Finding Joy in all the Chaos
Life...what comes to mind when that word is said. A baby in the womb, kids laughing and playing. The list goes on. But growing up how many times were you told life isn't a bunch of sunshine and rainbows'. Or when you wanted something really bad, and after being told no you say in your whiniest voice "that's not fair" and your parents reply with the statement "that's life".. Well, they weren't wrong. That is life. Let me tell you a little bit about mine...I love art and everything that makes me use my brain to create and it's all because my mother was a very creative woman. Now I didn't always love creating. See when I was six my mother introduced me to knitting and boy let me tell you it was rough! The stitches would fall off the needle then get all twisted. I would knit in the wrong place, I had a hard time holding the needles. On top of all that I wasn’t working the pattern right. My mom ended up pulling it all out; I started over about a million times! Finally, the project was complete. I had made a multi-colored scarf. My mother made a purse to match. But me being the age that I was; I gave up on knitting and my mother continued to create without me. By the time I was in third grade my mom donated to charity for my elementary school. She knitted 100 scarfs all by herself! Way to go mom right! When I was ten my mother came and asked if I’d like to learn how to crochet. She told me it was easier than knitting so I decided to give it a shot. Turns out it was very easy. At that time I preferred to crochet because it was faster than knitting. My first crochet project was called a ruffle scarf. Its main color was white and the contrast was tan. I made it right; in the end I had no mistakes (my mother made sure of it).
By Mayah Luckey5 years ago in Journal
