Random Stories From my Life


I got my first major injury in fourth grade. A friend and I were playing by the baby swings, then my dumb self decides to walk in front of the normal swings. I do not remember what exactly happened because I lost consciousness. I just remember blood dripping from my face into the sand and a huge circle of people around me. My friends told me that some teachers came and walked me to the nurse’s office, but I do not remember walking there. I just suddenly found myself there. I was sent home and my mom drove me to the doctors office. The doctor immediately said that I needed to go to the hospital to get stitches. I ended up with 22 stitches near my upper lip. Over the next few weeks I kept getting dizzy and lightheaded, but that all ended with time. Interestingly enough, the person who was playing with the swing that hit me is currently one of my closest friends whom I’ve known since kindergarten

My Angel

 My dog is a bundle of joy that grants me happiness whenever I see him. Coming home and seeing his innocent and adorable face fills me with happiness. He has the most beautiful eyes in the world. His eyes, which are blue and brown, are filled with innocence and kindness. I have never seen eyes as beautiful as his.

Running Away

My friends think I need a girlfriend because they all have one. So one day at lunch one of my 3 friends that were with me decided to call his friend to tell her to meet me. I told him not to call her but he did anyway. While he was on the phone I started screaming to make things awkward so he would hang up. Instead of hanging up, he told her that I liked her and she should come to us. Upon hearing this, I hurriedly finished my lunch, and just as I was about to run away, another one of my friends grabbed me, preventing me from running. I tried getting out but his strength was far greater than mine. I couldn’t escape. I did manage to move a couple of feet away from where we were, so I decided to sit down so he couldn’t drag me to our original location. This did not work, he literally started dragging me on the ground. Then he carried me. That girl saw all of this, and now she was right in front of me. My friends kept telling her that I liked her and thought she was cute, even though I did not know who she was, and never said any of those things. I started screaming again to make things awkward so she would go away. She did not go away. I started panicking, and my friend was only holding my backpack so I just took off my backpack and ran away.


 Entering my messy room, going on the computer to do homework really feels burdening and annoying, so I end up doing random things on my computer instead of homework. My friend calls a group chat. Filled with excitement I join knowing I still have a lot of homework to do, but what can I do? I am too lazy to do homework and I would much rather talk with them. I end up talking with them for hours. These hours fill me with joy and happiness. They always make me laugh, scream, and talk so much when I am with them. Sadly this cannot go on forever, we hang up and prepare for sleep. At the end of the day I am failing my classes, but for some reason I just do not care anymore.


My house is not very special. It is simply a 1 story house with 3 bedrooms, but whenever I am away from my house for long, I can only think of going back.I do not think that it is the house that I want to go back to. I want to go back to my house to see my dog and rest. I love going on the computer or laying in bed just doing whatever I want. I think that is what makes my house my home. It is not the house itself, but it is the things inside it. My dog and my room that I enjoy being in so much. My room is a safe place for me. A place where I can just have fun, rest, and just do whatever I want (most of the time). My room is filled with fun moments that my friends and I have had. Playing games with them or just talking to them grants me exceeding amounts of joy and fun. My room and my dog makes my house my home.

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