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Kate Nickolson
Wilson
Period 3
The house shook as I heard the screaming from the kitchen. Sudden shouts would erupt
back and forth. It drove me insane listening to them argue. Just hearing the complaining made
my blood boil. Why was I stressing out over their problems? I wasn't the one getting in trouble.
My sister Emily had been lashing out on my parents for years. They didn’t even realize how it
was effecting me. I slightly opened the door trying the eavesdrop on the loud conversation. The
hallway was pitch black with a little bit of light peeking from downstairs. “I can do whatever I
want!” yelled my sister. “If your living under this house you will live by our rules!” yelled my
father. At the time I was only in middle school. I was not able to understand the current situation
or extend of what was truly happening in my family. My sister had been rebelling against my
parents which led to her making bad decisions. Through these decisions she started dating
someone who she met in high school. He was large, tall and stomped around making the house
shake as though it was like thunder. My parents did not like them together. Bad relationships
were one of the reasons why they were in similar situation constantly. I returned to my room
aggravated. I prayed that they would stop yelling at each other. I hated the shouts that traveled
from downstairs. I began dozed off, slowly falling asleep to the shouting. Waking up to in the
silence in the house, I felt relieved. The shouting had finally stopped. I began to walk downstairs
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when my sisters Emily and Johanna began to whispered to each other. Curiously I asked, “What
are you guys talking about?”. They both looked at each other in secrecy. Finally Emily said “I
It was the middle of the night when my sister revealed her secret. A secret that has been
hidden for 3 months. I was the last to know because I was viewed as childish and too young to
understand. I automatically began asking saying “Are you engaged?”. My other sister Johanna
began to snarkily said “She skipped a step”. I was completely confused I had no idea what was
happening. I patiently sat on the stairs as they stared at me through the kitchen. Emily finally
says “I’m pregnant”. Instantly I was so happy and excited for her. I was going to become an
aunt! She even said the the baby was due on the day before my birthday. Both of my sisters
began to convince me that if she was born on my birthday I would not like it because it would
then be all about her. I ignored them because I was so excited of the idea of having a niece or
nephew. But as I had processed the news I became confused when she said she was 3 months
pregnant. Why did she not tell me before? My sister Johanna found out she was pregnant right
when it happened. Even other people outside of our family knew that Emily was pregnant. I was
hurt when I discovered I was the last one to know. Why did she keep it a secret? Why did she not
September 04, 2015, I was in my social studies classroom in middle school. It was an
early release and I was going to be tracked out for the rest of the month. I was so anxious to get a
break and finally rest. I came home excited and relieved to be done. My mom greeted me as I
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arrived and told me that Emily was in labor. I was so excited “Are we going to go see her?” I
anxiously asked. “Yes we are leaving soon” she replied. I jumped up and began to pack as fast as
a cheetah. I hopped in the car and off we were to the hospital. There I sat in the car waiting and
waiting for what seemed like forever. My mothers phone began to ring in the silent car. Our
family anxiously listened to the conversation until my mother put down the phone. She told us
that my sister had a great recovery and had a baby girl! We were almost there, so close to getting
to meet my new niece that I have been so excited to meet for the past 6 months. We finally
pulled into the hospital and began to make our way to the labor and delivery room. In these next
few moments I would be walking in to see my niece. Through all the argument and pain, this was
for once a happy moment. A brief moment where the world around us paused. She was beautiful,
a tiny delicate thing that meant so much after only being in the world for a few moments. She
was so delicate I was afraid to hold her in fear of dropping her. It was finally time to to discover
her name. My sister announced to the whole family, “We decided to name her Reagan Aubrey”.
It was perfect, my little niece Reagan. Everyone got to hold her and it was finally my turn. I was
so nervous but extremely excited. My father laid her in my harms as I sat next the the hospital
bed. There she was, in my arms and unaware of the world. The moment I have been waiting for,
a moment of peace. As I held that beautiful baby I smiled, excited to see how her life would turn
Score: 43.5/50
W.9-10.3. Write narratives to develop real or imagined experiences or events using effective technique, well-chosen details, and
well-structured event sequences.
Standard Exceptional (10-9) Proficient (8-7) Emerging (6-1) Not Evident (0)
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setting, and/or
characters.
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