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Monday, July 14, 2008 2:17 PM

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Essay1

“You don’t understand me!” Jewel yelled before slamming the door. I turned and looked at my husband. “Chad! Can you please stop being so calm?” I said. “Honey, Jewel is old enough to think for herself, so stop worrying”. The door in the living room swung open and there stood my eldest son, Alex. “Alex where on earth have you been the whole night do you know that we are worried about you!” I said. “Mom, chill I just slept over at my friend’s, no biggie I didn’t murder or rob a house you know”.

That is my family, I don’t remember it being like this year’s back when my boy was young and my girl is a toddler. Now that they’ve all grown everything seem to have changed. My daughter says I never understand her and my son comes home once every fortnight. Lastly, my husband seems to be so chilled over everything.

After hours of flashing back I decided to talk to Jewel. I knocked on her door, but nobody was answering. I knocked a few more times but no avail; I panicked and called for Chad. “CHAD! CHAD come up now! Jewel is not opening the door! CHAD!” I heard his heavy footsteps rushing up the stairs, this time he was no longer in his calm look, he panicked too, he jabbed the room door hard with his bare foot.

I saw Jewel lying down motionless, her hands was holding a bottle of paracetamol. Chad carried her while I rushed to reach for the car keys. I was speeding all the way to the nearest hospital, my hands were cold as if the circulation has been cut of, and under my breath I was saying prayers hoping Jewel will be safe, tears trickled down on the steering. Chad was holding her tight in his strong arms, after so many years.

I drove to the emergency lane, I saw the nurses took Jewel away from Chad, my hands trembled. My legs felt hollow as if I was too heavy for my own legs to support. Chad saw my pale look and immediately clasped on my shoulder to support me from falling. We waited behind those tall curtains. The hospital smelt so strong of antiseptic which makes me feel so uncomfortable. Every few minutes me and Chad exchange looks. After awhile, a tall guy with white robe and stethoscope around his neck walking towards us.

“Are you related to Jewel Norman?” he asked in a strong Britain slang.” “Yes we are her parents”, I answered. “I am really sorry but we are unable to save your daughter & her child she took in too much drugs and was sent in too late.” “We are really sorry for your lost” the doctor said. “NO! You must’ve mistaken! My daughter is not pregnant! You must’ve got the wrong person! Jewel won’t be dead! She can’t be! I bellowed. “Ma’am, calm down it is a fact that your daughter Jewel Norman is pregnant and the fetus is 3 months old. We are really sorry for your lost.”

The words that came out from the doctor’s mouth strike me like lightning. Chad was seated and silent. Tears flowed out from my eyes nonstop. I called home and found Alex wasn’t there, I tried calling his cell phone but he didn’t pick it up. That night we reached home I went to Jewel’s room to clean up. I can’t believe she died without a word and she died right after she fought with me, I feel like I was the one that killed her. I should have just let her be with Andrew, and I think the baby should be his. Chad walked into the room moments later. He grabbed the frame from Jewel’s study table, the whole family was smiling so happy in the frame. “Jen, I think we should call Andrew he deserves to know Jewel passed away. I wanted to be sure if the baby is his.” I just nodded my head.

That night both of us fell asleep on Jewel’s room. The next day, Chad called Andrew and told him about Jewel, he admitted having sex with Jewel, but Jewel never told him about her pregnancy. He asked permission to come to Jewel’s funeral. Everything seems to fall when Chad received a phone call from the hospital saying that Alex had met a car accident and is currently in ICU; in a comma. I guess it was true that I never understand my kids well. Before Alex could even know her sister died he was in a comma himself. Few hours after Jewel’s funeral, Alex passed away.

Essay 2

Blood is thicker than water.

I have blond hair shoulder length with curls on the end; my eyes are sapphire blue; I have petite nose and lips. One word to describe myself, I am drop dead gorgeous. My family is complicated, my mum is an all time nagger, my dad never really bothers about me, my brother Kyle is a jerk and my younger brother Keane is superb annoying. My name is Kelsea and I am eighteen this year, I am not the nerdy type I come home with okay grades, still better than Kyle’s and just enough to pass my A’levels.

I’ve always thought that I weren’t born in this family, because of their weird behavior. Whenever I bring a guy home the next day that guy would have a total cut-off relation with me thanks to my mum. One night after a fight with Kyle, I climbed the house windows and went to a night club just to have some fun. To my surprised I met this really handsome guy at the bar, his name is Richmond in short Richie he is twenty-six year old. We exchanged numbers and had so much fun that night. He even offered to drop me home but I declined.

We are so in love and have been meeting each other in the same pub for a month without my mothers concern, until one day she found out the text messages on my phone while she was cleaning my room. She scolded me and forced me to break off with him saying that he is a bad guy. My mum sealed the window from my room she took away my cell phone plus she also grounded me.

I found a chance to call Richie when my mum went out, I told him how upset I was and I wanted to run away from home. He was supportive over my decision and asked me to stay with him for the rest of my life if I didn’t want to return. The day when my mum needed to pick Keane I sneaked out of the house with my luggage and met Richie at the bar. He drove me to his apartment quite far from where I stay.

He treated me so well and talked me into having sex with him, after a while I finally gave him my virginity. I stayed with him for three month I lost contact with any of my family members. These three months felt so perfect until one day a woman came knocking on our apartment door and slapped me. He claims to be Richie’s wife. Richie came back from work and told me he will sort things out with her telling me he have no feelings with her anymore and he was really sorry that he lied to me.

I fell for the words he told me, a month later I found myself pregnant. When Richie came home I happily told him, but his expressions wasn’t what I expected it to be. He told me he wanted to break of with me and he is giving me a week to move out of the apartment. He said that he has settled things with his wife and he wanted his normal life back. He told me that if a week later I don’t move out people from the bank will seal off the apartment because he has sold it.
I asked him what about our baby he told me he never wanted it and ask me to go for an abortion. He won’t even fork out a penny for the abortion operation. He just left after telling me all those horrible things. My heart was shattered and I felt lost. I packed my luggage and I have no where to go. It rained so heavy that day, I have no place for shelter and I fainted. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I saw my mum, dad, Kyle and Keane surrounding me. I thought I was dreaming, it made me blink my eyes a few times.Keane was the first to hug me and say he misses me, and for once Keane was sweet and not annoying, mum too came hugging me. Dad gave me a kiss on my forehead and Kyle ask me to come home with them. I told them what happened over the 4 months and how Richie left me just like that. Instead of scolding me my mum apologized for using such harsh method to protect me and say they will more than happy to have another baby in the house. Since then I realized that blood is always thicker than water.