I have a positive
outlook on life. I know that there is something greater for me out there. I
personally believe that I live an amazing life, and that I’m lucky enough to
have friends with the same outlook on life. I make sure each day is beneficial,
I keep God first through everything, and I try to think good thoughts. Many
people think I’m bragging or just hiding something, but I perfectly let them
know that I am not perfect and that not every day is what I want it to be. But
I tell them, that I’m determined to stay happy and content through all my
circumstances. Some days it’s easy, some days its hard. Like a few weeks ago…
My friend Harper
and I were in algebra class and it was
the day we got our test grades back. We were discussing how we knew we didn’t
do so great and that next time around, we’ll study more. I’m not really known
to be good in math, so this class was going to be extremely tough for the rest
of the year. When my teacher started to hand back our test grades, I was just
so nervous. I didn’t understand why I was so nervous, I already knew what was
going to happen. Ms. Kehn handed my test back, and I got just what I expected,
I got at 54 percent out of one hundred. Harper got hers and there was a sigh of
relief that came from her. “What did you get” I asked.
“I passed. I got
a 76 percent. My mom wouldn’t be too mad, what did you get?” she replied.
“I got a 54.” I
frowned as I told her. She looked shocked, but then she grabbed my hand.
“Hey, dont worry
too much, this is only the first test. All you have to think about is how are
you going to show your mom.” As soon as she said that, I seemed like I frozened
in time, I was kind of reminded of something. My mom. I had to go through my
mom. Most people wouldn’t understand why I am so afraid of my mom, but it’s
only because I never expressed it. Not even to Harper, and she’s one of my
bestest friends. I don’t usually show my mom anything from school or anything
at all. She doesn’t seem to be moved by my good doings. So, I definitely could
not show my mom this test grade, but this time is different from the rest
because the teachers at my school have a new policy that allows them to contact
parents for every test and exams. I came back to reality and realized Harper
yelling, “Bayli? Bayli? You there?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I
was just thinking about something. Now, what were you saying?” I said.
“You don’t have
to worry about anything Bayli.” I looked at her and then looked at my test. I
knew that this day would be a interesting day.
Later that day,
as I was walking home from school, I took the long way home to thoroughly think
everything out. I then figured out that I am going to have to get through this
and that I will have to tell my mom how I really feel if things start to get
out of hand. I walk to my house, and I see y mom’s car parked. By this point, I
wasn’t scared anymore. I planned to walk tall and mature. I told myself that I
screwed up this time, but next time is going to be better. I walk in to see her
on the couch waiting for me. The party has started. “Hey mom” I said trying to
lighten the mood. She looked at me silently, then stood up and walk towards me.
“This is it. You
need to get it straight in school. You’re doing all of this extra mess, and not
focusing in school! No more charity club! No more church services! No more
volunteering work! I don’t know what you are trying to do or who you are trying
to impress, but be yourself! YOU ARE DOING ALL THE WRONG THINGS FOR SOMEONE
THAT NEEDS TO HELP THEMSELVES!!” She yelled. As crazy as it sounded, I knew
that I was doing all the right things. She made me eliminate all the things
that I loved, and that was giving to people to that needed a chance. I was
completely puzzled by her decision. I knew I was a good kid and that I was
doing good things. I stood up to her.
“Do you
understand how crazy you sound? I’ve tried to be the best I can be! And you
don’t seem to realize it!” I responded, but then I caught myself. I felt tears
come out of my eyes because her reaction was so wrong and so harsh. At that point,
I wanted to give up and conform to my mom’s likings. And this time around, I
was on the edge. I wondered why even try to go on being such a unrealistic
person. Noticing my mom’s face, I can tell that she was angry.
“Oh please! You
need to stop kissing everyone’s behind and be true to yourself!” I stay silent
and decide to walk to my room. I left my mom standing there. I didn’t know who
she was or even who I was trying to be. I just needed time to think. I sat down
on my bed and pray to God for strength and for his guidance. I just layed
there. And then it came to me...I am being true to myself! Being a help and
being positive is being me. I can’t let anyone tear me down, not even my mom. I
sit up and look at myself in the mirror, and realize my beauty, not only from
the outside, but my beautiful intentions and goals in life. Being like this is
being the best I can be.
Thinking back to
this time made me realize that being true to myself doesn’t need to be
broadcasted. I didn’t even talk to my mom about the topic anymore, it just
seemed like it disappeared. She remained to be the bashing and negative person
that she became to be over time. She felt she was always right and that she had
everything figured out. I didn’t pay it any attention because if I did, I would
get into that dark place again. So I kept my thoughts in beneficial things. I
love myself and considered myself blessed to be who I was[1] .
4 comments:
omg I really loved this story, it was so cute and I love the whole idea on being happy and having a postive outlook on life. Overall great story
Mariah; I loved it. I felt like it was something I could connect with and relate to. I also loved your dialogue.
What I loved the most about this is the detail. Introducing Bayli and her characteristics really made the story relatable. Although it usually a mom in every case, every teenager can relate to be putting down by someone when they know they are doing right. I think your story was very well written.
Like Onika said in the previous comment, your story is very relatable. I loved how the story transitioned as I read it, it was very organized. The character in the story is strong and is very verbal, which I like.
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