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It's Time


As my days go fast before me ,

And  my dreams are all brand new.

It's time to go out and explore,

what seems only to be mastered by few.

As time moves close to leaving the nest,

I can hear my mothers words "Life will always be a Test".

Never give up, never give in and never forget who you are,

Who I am and where I'm going really seems to be so far.

It's time, I know to stand tall and really be me,

It's time to give this world what they haven't been able to see.

Because it's now that I need to make my mark,

Most important of all is that I make a great start.

A start that will never be forgotten,

Even, long after I'm not thought of often.

A mark on the world, would'nt that be so fun,

To take off and soar is to forever and ever run.

 

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Hannah Teachey

Hello my name is Hannah Teachey and I live in a small town in North Carolina called Watha.I have lived here my whole life. I am 17 soon to be 18 on June 27th. I live in a big old pink house. It was built in 1910 and it became pink in 2008 when I was 10 and a movie was made there called "The Secret Life of the Bees" I did not live there at that time but moved in soon after from right down the road. I am attending Pender High School now and will be graduating in June of this year. My GPA is 4.0 and I have been accepted to Appalachian State University where I hope to be going in the Fall. It's been my mom and I since I was 11. My Dad decided to exit my life at that time leaving my mom to take care of me ,finances and everything alone, 22,000.00 a year is not alot . So me going to college is going to be a challenge. But , I have faith that it will all work out.. Thank You

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