Essay Speeding down the long stretched road at 150 km/h, the world outside the car was nothing but a blur. Driving at this fast speed made me feel like I was free. Free from all of my responsibilities and the stress earlier that day. With no seatbelt, the driver's side window down, I breathed in the fresh, moist air to waken my body. For some reason, my eyes were blood shot red with a stinging sensation, and at the same time, my mouth was dry with a slight bitter taste to it. I disregarded that
I woke up to the loud clanging of metal. “Wake up!” a guard yelled. My eyes flutter open and I begin to slowly sit up. I stare around the room that I have been calling home for several weeks. The loosely hung light that dimly lit the room, the small toilet that sat in the corner and the stiff bed that I would have to be sleeping on for several more weeks. “I only I hadn’t come. If only.” I thought to myself. Routinely, I got up and got ready for a hard day’s work. Being released from my cell, I
Growing up in life I was taught setting goals for myself would be a great way of making sure I was always on the correct path. Thankfully, over the years I’ve been blessed to have so many memorable achievements. As a member of my family it would only be normal to aim high on accomplishments. My most pleased accomplishment was being placed on my high school all-district basketball team. Some may say it’s a small achievement but I made it possible after missing the entire first half the season, struggling
tragedy, individual endurance, and ability to establish adequate support systems determine the rate at which an individual is able to recover. In the face of a crisis, an individual must have the necessary will and support to endure. Individuals, who shut down because they are unable to adopt an appropriate attitude to survive in their circumstances, diminish their chances of survival. Having recovered from the trauma of the accident herself, Dolores Driscoll in The Sweet Hereafter expects that others
Dude, I cried my eyes out as I wrote this chapter. Like, the struggle is real! I'm sorry if it's short, I can't really see what I'm typing with tears in my eyes..... WARNING: Everything that happens in this is NOT True and fictional One Week Later..... The tears rushing out of my eyes were on nonstop. I then felt a pair of arms wrap around me trying to comfort me, but failing. I looked up to into this mystery person's eyes. I was greeted with soft sea green eyes tears brimming at the
Aaron's eyes stayed shut tight. He gave up trying to speak after he realized every one of his words were muffled by the rag. Greed's breath haunted Aaron, it's a scent that will forever haunt him. Greed suddenly sat back up to his previous position. Aaron felt his hands let go of his hips, but not even a moment of curiosity had time to make him wonder why before the sound of a zipper made his ears lift in fear. The only noise, besides squeaking of the bed, were sobs trying to escape from the rag
The guards forced me to lay down on my belly, somehow managing to stomach my hurt filled shrieks. My pain filled eyes caught theirs as I watched them pull out the syringe. As they held me down, I shook and cried out when the needle came close. When they finally got it in, I slumped and stopped moving. My breathing slowed and a darkness came over me. When I finally came to again, I awoke to the sound of my name being yelled over and over again. 'Cass! Oh god... May! Get over here! Oh Cassandra,'
I gripped both sets of shaking hands next to me, and quickly interlocked fingers. The musty, familiar scent of the blue mats beneath me penetrated my nose. The crowd full of family and cheerleading enthusiasts fell silent as the announcer picked up his microphone. I shut my eyes a little closer and bent down even further into the mat. This was the moment I had been working for for over five months; the moment I’d envisioned in my head was here. In my mind, the announcer, sensing the anticipation
the boys has unique characteristics. Ralph is a character that symbolizes the ego. Ralph represents the ego of the Freudian Allegory. At a late night assembly, Ralph discussed the issues on the island and reminded the boys “‘you voted me for chief. Now you do what I say’” which let the boys recognize the leadership in him (Golding 81). All of the boys have not been following the rules they made in the beginning. Ralph called an assembly to address this and he was presented as a leader from this action
"God damn it Edward shut the hell up before I bash your face in!!" Danielle threatens through the pain. "Ahah, she told you!" A grizzly looking brown haired man laughs at his captain's expense. "Flint, Shut up and wall off this cave already before we attract a swarm of unwanted guests!" Edward glares at his