Teenage years
18th Birthday
Friday, March 27th, many years back, was my eightieth birthday. I have no idea what school was like on that day. My head was not in school that day. I am sure the sun was shining, the birds were chirping and flying through the cloud-filled sky, and there was probably a rainbow and unicorn too. I was already rearing and ready for go for my birthday Friday night!.
By Shay Morrow4 years ago in Confessions
Growing Up Utah
I grew up with in a very traditional household, now I know what your thinking, “wow how original.” Let me explain; My name is Isabella Tully, and I live in Salt Lake City, Utah. The home of Brigham Young, the state that started it all. For those who are not aware, Brigham Young was the founder of the ‘Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints’ known to the world as Mormons. Majority of people who live in Utah are indeed Mormon, which also means that Utah in general is a very tight knit community state. However; growing up in a religious state can be difficult, especially when you are not of said religion. I myself am a Catholic-Christian through and through, and this is a story about showing what is can be like adapting in a state like mine.
By Isabella Tully4 years ago in Confessions
Mr Nice
I remember seeing a photograph of Howard Marks, the self-confessed drug dealer, in an article in the Guardian in was the mid-1990s. Marks had just published his autobiography. ‘Mr Nice,’ he called it. That’s when the thought first came to me. Perhaps it had been Marks on the plane to Bangkok that day? There was no Google, no Wikipedia. It wasn’t as easy back then to just look things up. So I let it go.
By Christopher Howe4 years ago in Confessions
Coming Back to The United States
My biggest thrill in life happened when I was free to visit and stay up to six months, in the United States. I lived all my life on a small island in Italy, (island Sardegna), and I knew I wasn’t going to miss my chance to visit my aunt, who was living in California at the time. It was 1986 and I was only twenty-one years old.
By Elena Cooper4 years ago in Confessions
Don't Hesitate
I was 14 years old when I saw him. He was standing in the school quad, sun shining directly on him. It was early spring where everything seemed possible. I noticed how soft his brown hair looked. It was straight down in front of his face, you know, that Justin Bieber looking phase, before we even knew who JB was. I was immediately crushing hard but of course me being the lovely introvert that I am, I did not, could not, say anything to him. I mean come on; I was only in the 7th grade. Next thing I knew, he was some how dating my best friend?? Yes, just like the plot directly from any adolescent movie there is.. but this was MY LIFE. How in the hell did they even know each other I pondered as my world was quite literally swirling around me. Play it cool, I thought, I really had no other choice. All my friends from elementary school dropped me as quick as flies flock to shit. Why you may ask? well that’s for a different time, doesn’t matter now. What matters is that I couldn’t afford to lose anymore friends. It was a miracle I found this one. The rest of my “friends” were honestly just friends of hers. Friends by association if you will.
By Kenzie Lea 4 years ago in Confessions
Rotten Apple Tree
At 18, life was simple and there were a few guarantees. One, for starters, was that my mother would overreact when I told her I had a migraine, another would be that I would, without a doubt, zone out during my 5th period economics class, and the last was due to the fact that I was a senior, I would get any role I wanted in the school play.
By Alexandra Regueiro4 years ago in Confessions
Creator of Chaos
I began my school years as the annoying kid with no friends. Growing up, I was always left alone by myself for recess until I switched schools for grade eight. My last year of elementary was spent carefully selecting my social circle since they would be the ones accompanying me into high school. I would only consider those who clearly dressed the part and wore upscale brands. I needed friends who were trendy, who would have all the boys around them. I couldn’t get the attention of any of the super cool kids at this new school because they had the same mindset, and I couldn’t meet their expectations. Because of my “too good for you” attitude my family held at such high standards I spent my time alone before I would make any friends in this new school. I went to city dances, which were held at a local hall. Kids from every school would attend, get sugar highs and run around crazy trying to find their crush to slow dance with. This is where I found my first friends’ group in my life. They were one year younger and went to a different school, but they were so called “popular”, so I stuck with them. This created the mindset that I really was queen bee. I felt like I finally was accepted for who I was, which was the cool girl, and I would do anything to maintain that mindset. Somewhere between the stereotypical movies I grew up on and sick humor, I found it socially acceptable to point out every flaw in those around me and call it joking around. What began as sarcasm turned into straight up bullying, and the more people that laughed at my insults disguised as a “joke” the more it enabled me to keep people interested in me. Halfway through high school, I began another new school in another new city, despite me not living in this city. My mother gave me permission for everything I asked for and was my partner in crime during these few years of my life. She was my best friend, and she wanted me to be happy. I went to school 20 minutes away from where I lived and made new connections that helped shape me into who I am today. It was here that my unintentional rude comments shifted into deliberate and intentional bullying. Once I began at this new school, I began skipping class to get high and shoplift candy from convenience stores. I remember clearly, one day I was at a clothing store with one of my friends, and she wanted to shop lift a new pair of shoes. In her defense, she was a child. She was also in foster care, and her current shoes were so worn down the heel was walking on bare pavement. I didn’t support lifting this time, because it felt like too big of an item to steal. Nevertheless, I watched her as she did, and we continued around the store until our next class began in 30 minutes. She ended up getting caught, as the security guard was suspicious and began watching us on the cameras the minute we walked in. I just got lucky I didn’t steal that day, but I stayed with her while the police were called and she was escorted home. She got abused that night when she got back to her foster home before they removed her from school immediately and sent her to a new family. It would take 10 years and an accidental run in at a play group for our kids for me reconnect and have the chance to ask what happened to her when she got home that day.
By Bethany Lazuli4 years ago in Confessions
I Wrote about Toxic relationships in my Stories as a preteen and Teenager.
I remember as a kid I wrote so many story ideas. I was inspired by the incredible and magnificent Hayao Miyazaki after "Month of Miyazaki" which showed masterpieces like Spirited Away, Princess Mononoke, Castle in the Sky, and Nausicaa of the Valley of the Wind. You would think a man who wrote these gems, I would know better than to write about girls being OK with overprotective boyfriends who kill when even the slightest person looks at them wrong, but I was 12-14, I didn't know any better. I did fall in love with Twilight when It came out in 2008 and was just as obsessed with it as everybody else was.
By Diamond Gossett4 years ago in Confessions
