I die on the blacktop at P.E. A crowd gathered around me. "Back off!" Yelled coach. Everyone scuttled backwards, but staring at me the whole time. "NOOOOOOOOOO!" cried a voice from the back of the crowd. The person pushed through the ginormous crowd of students and finally burst through, gasping and panicking. He ran toward my body and knelt down beside me, holding my head in his hands. "Sophia," he said so softly that you could barely hear him. "Wake up." My body didn't move a muscle.
On a damp Tuesday afternoon, returning home from a family trip at the theater. I vaguely remember both my parents singing a song trying desperately to calm me down after I lost my favorite red hair cabbage patch doll, Brenda in the theater. In my little six-year-old mind, appear like the end
You know him, this man, I know him too. He can be tall or fat for thin, of any race or color. The man that begs for change, dressed in rags and weathered cloth, a man that feels true shame. For him, the winters come long and the summers are no quicker. Every day is a struggle, yet he fights through all the while as her prays to die. I’ve seen these men, these woman, these children; confined to the streets by choice or misfortune. But what I’ve never seen is the man or woman or child that saw in unobstructed
tall man has left. Her father pulls her back in with one arm and pulls his phone out of his pocket with the other. He dials a number and waits. “Hello, this is Agent Michael Swanson of the FBI. I’d like to report a sighting of Anastasia Carter at 12 Home Street, Zap, North Dakota. She is wanted by the FBI in the state of New York for the kidnapping of Naomi Swanson and the Murder of Zoe Swanson in 2002”, he says into the phone. Naomi becomes more and more confused as she listens to her father talking
helped vandalise as a kid. As I got to Old Post Rd I contemplate not going to see them but I know that Will would be happy. I walked up to the rundown gray house, with the dead gardens and chipped paint and the smell of burnt food. So my mom must not be home, as I’m walking to the front door I hear a loud bang and I fell to the ground holding my leg blood started to spill onto my hands Carlos
It’s about a car and a house. Can you guess? I remember that day like it was yesterday, because everything changed from that point on. It was a bright and sunny saturday, my parents had already made breakfast by the time I woke up, I was 10 years old and we lived in Downtown, San Diego that’s where I grew up all my life, we lived in a nice semi-small 2 bedroom house, and directly behind our house there were apartments with a huge parking lot, and after that saturday evening everything would change
twenty-first My brother and I just finished doing our chores and was catching our breath so we could play some video games. With the parents out of the house and at the gym my brother and I had all the time to play video games till mom and dad get home. Just like in Always Outnumbered, Always Outgunned when Socrates caught Darryl killing a chicken I too caught my brother committing a terrible act. Fighting each other, and my brother's retaliation against me always seemed to be the natural course
One day I was planning to go home to my family after a trip to New York with my friend. We live in North Carolina and we are coming from LaGuardia Airport.. First I woke up and packed the rest of the stuff that I didn't pack the day before which was a lot. I was too lazy to do it the day before, and so was my friend so he had to do the same. After we talked over the phone to discuss who was going to pick who up, when our flight is and what we want to do before we have to go get on the plane. Josh
got out. She took the elevator and soon ended up upstairs. “There you are!” Jon said. He and Ridley hugged her. “We were worried about you. Ren said you left with some strange guy.” Ridley left the room. “Actually, your friend, Theodore brought me home.” Jon sighed. “Look, Jon I have a lot of homework, so if I could do that right now, I'd be really appreciative.” He hugged her. “You know you can trust me with anything, Hailey” She nodded into the
Well here I am again at work it is lunch time and I need to just write to get things of my mind. They are not bad things, these things are amazing things. Daniel and I are looking at houses and we almost got one but I think the fates told us that it was not the right one. We missed out but I am grateful for the learning experience. With everything that is going on with my dad I think this experience made it easier for us both to decide on how we are going to move forward with the buying a house.