Writing Prompt #3: Who was I? Who am I? Who do I want to be?

Who was I?
I was a little girl growing up in the city of Brooklyn. I loved school my friends and my mom. I would've considered myself a happy kid. I grew with my grandmother and my cousins in my life a lot. And I didn't have much to complain about. The meaning of life was simple- Have fun.

Who am I?
I am a young lady who is growing up. I'm going to a new school next year with no one I know. But I guess
it's time for new experiences.of her middle school years. I'm a teenage girl who is at the end  I'm a teenage girl who wants to remain in contact with the people she loves and cares about no matter how far life takes me. I am a teenage girl who doesn't have a plan too mapped out for the future, not now at least. I am a teenage girl who's about to experience a whole new part the world- high school.

Who do I want to be??

I want to be a woman that my family is proud of. I want to be a woman  who does what will make herself happy. I want to a woman who learns from hert mistakes and understands that life is like a maze with twists, turns and dead ends. But you keep trying until you're done.

Writing Prompt #2: What is Rebellion?

Rebellion (according to Webster) means defiance against any authority. I think rebellion during my generation is when teens learn to say 'no' and think about what they want as young people to think for themselves. Rebellion is wwhen teens stick up for what they believe and stop 'going with the flow' when it comes to authority. Rebellion  is one os the best ways to adapt to being independent. You're thinking for yourself, to yourself, by yourself. There for rebellion is necessary

Writing Prompt: What am I afraid of?

     I'm afraid of not growing up ti have the life my mom/ family wants for me.
I feel like its a blanacing act. I have to balance:
-School
-Friends
-Home
- A social life
-Love
-And importantly yourself..
 Sometimes I think I forget that I'm important too. I just try to make my
small part of the world happy. Recently, the world I call my own feels like
it's dissovling in front of me.

I'm 14. My mother's my fortress. But I'm realizing that she can't
 protect me from everything. I'm afraid of losing balance and just
becoming lost. Afraid that things like heart ache will get to me.
I'm heart broken to see my grandmother..97 years old. In a hospital
bed. Breathing for the support of an oxygen tank. Slowly but surely her mind,
her memory and her everything is slowly trickeling away.

Another person who gets me through it all or got me through it all
I thought I could come to her with any and everything. She is too far
to be my 'shoulder to lean on' so to speak.

I'm afraid of not becoming the best version of myself

Moral of the story: It's time to grow up, and sometimes youy have to do it on your own