Narrative

Succession In life you go through stages of learning how to grow up. You get in trouble for things that you know you shouldn't have, or you get rewarded by certain things that aren't as great at you think they were. From the times that you threw sand in your siblings face to the time you got caught drinking in high school; your parents will always be there to discipline you no matter what and to set you in the right road so you will be successful in life. Growing up, there are things that I'm not proud of. I used to always get in trouble for getting into things like flour and I would take it and make a trail behind me throughout the house. "Emily Christine!" my mother would always yell. Then I would take that walk of shame and stand below her feet and just look at her scowl at me. This type of situation would make me end up in a timeout. Those were always the worst. It was as if you weren't sitting in your own room. You could feel the coldness just seep into your pours and goose bumps would form all over your body. Staring directly into that white wall for so long that you started seeing stars. Those 15 minutes feel like an eternity and its like every time you would be in timeout your mom would be cooking something. The wonderful smell came through the cracks of your door and it just drove you nuts because you wanted to know what it was. Finally your mom would walk in and say, "Are you going to be good now?" I’d then begin to cry, give her a hug, and then sprint downstairs to see what in the world she was making that made me go crazy sitting in that chair. When middle school finally arrives, everyone was in that stage that we like to call "The Awkward Stage." My middle school days can be described in one simple word; tragic. I was one of those girls that talked to all of the popular girls and thought I was but they never invited me places because they really weren't my friends. I would go home and cry because they were talking about their weekend plans at the high school football game and then one girl would always go, "There's only enough room for six of us in my mom's car so someone can't come." That seventh girl was always me. My mom would always give me the lecture about how I should change friends and become friends with different girls because they were mean and weren't worth my time. No matter how much I wanted to leave them I couldn't because one of them was my best friend and we had been best friends since we were three. It was October 13th and Spencer, my best friend, was having a sleepover for her birthday. I was just about to fall asleep and this girl, Ashlie; well maybe I should back up and explain who Ashlie is. Ashlie Meyers was the girl in middle school that everyone always said they liked but if she wasn't invited somewhere there would be problems. She had long, dark hair that was so fried it looked like straw. She had the ugliest freckles on her face and a small gap between her huge teeth. She was the girl that wore a regular bra in fifth grade but really didn't need to. She came from a family that wasn't the best. I mean, come on. I felt bad for the girl to a certain point but in the end she was just a terrible person so as mean as this sounds, I didn't care. Anyways, back to October 13th. So I was about to fall asleep on the couch and I felt someone take my fingers and put them in warm water. I knocked that cup straight out of Ashlie's hand and shoved her to the ground. I had never acted that way towards anyone before but I was done putting up with all her stuff. It was time for me to move on and find new friends to hangout with. The next thing I knew I was best friends with a girl named Baily and to this day we are still best friends. That brings me to high school. If we fast forward to junior year my friend and I got into a lot of trouble. At my high school there was a problem with drinking before football games. Well, since everyone did it, my friends and I did too. I remember going to a football game against our rival and the next day I was talking to my friend on Face book about what happened and my mom somehow read the conversation. I remember it was a Tuesday because that's when new movies come out at Target and I asked my mom if we could go get bridesmaids and she kept telling me no. This never happens when new movies come out because my mom always is getting one for my brother and I. I walked into the house and there was the conversation printed out lying on the island along with all the alcohol from our liquor cabinet. Long story short, I was grounded for a month and a half and didn't have any contact with my friends unless I was at school. That gave me a huge eye opener about making the right decisions because after all I was only 17 years old and shouldn't have started drinking that early. Ever since then things have been put into a bigger perspective for me. I know what the right and wrong choices are because if I screw up then my parents are there to tell me. Growing up you go through a lot things that get you into trouble. Whether it's just a little mistake or it's a huge mistake your parents or guardians are always going to be there for you and lead you down that right path to succeed in life. If there is one thing in life that my parents have taught me, it's that I should never give up on the things I want to succeed in. There's going to be obstacles to get around but if you believe that you'll get past them then you will, no doubt.