1.08 Persuasive Speech

The guy wasn’t going to do it until Mike explained to him that I’m not his kid, and Mike also traded his golf set for this guy to fix his tire. Eventually, we were back on the road headed to my very missed

He basically was screaming the entire time we were on the road. Eventually my brother drove my mom up the wall and she went off the road, but anyways we didn 't get into a wreck.

"It will probably rain tomorrow,” Margie said, “but the picnic will not be cancelled since the park has a shelter.”

So off we flew away in the sunset. THE END “Oh wait! What about my car?”

In order to minimize the problem, he talked me into buying a car. It was beautiful! It was a shiny black 1958 Chevy with a super clean leather interior. It was the 1958 version of the classic "1957 Chevy". While it was an automatic, it

Since then I never talked to him. I don’t know where Cali is, so my mom is going to drive with me there and fly back. We finally made it! The trip took a day and 15 hours, and it was so long. We had to fix a tire, because we had a blowout it sucked.

“Oh I 'm sorry honey, but you were attacked and got shot in the shoulder and you have multiple stab wounds to your stomach”. “Um, yea do you mind if I can like go back to sleep I can 't take all of this horrific information,” “sorry, but with you concussion if you go to sleep in the next 6 hours you might not wake up again. I just

He had become extremely depressed and put something on facebook that sounded as if he was going to harm himself. I knew then that I needed to do whatever I could to help him not just for the sake of his life, but the sake of my brothers. I then proceeded to talk to him and eventually calmed him down enough to where he wasn’t thinking of harmful things. I let him know that my brothers and I want him around, and that I would help him get back up on his feet. He was still living in his car at this point, with no money, no food, no gas, and on a suspended license.

I haven 't seen him in over twenty years. We made a promise to meet each other here in twenty years. I was just hoping he would show up so we could see each other. We were best friends back in the day.

I punched him square in the face it may have knocked some sense into him. He said he was very lonely and he apologized. He said I should join his wagon train. So I said as long as he doesn 't kidnap my daughter so he introduced me to three other families that were headed to Oregon as well there was the mingos, the flags, the Collonies, and of course Mr.Seiple. We all thought I was the most

I am called Yarrow, by those who know me. Allow me to enter my story for the record. Once every four years, the many nations of planet Foath send forth their greatest athletes to compete against each other in epic showdowns. Over the course of two weeks, the mighty athletes challenge one another in a multitude of events.

Brittney Smith a 17 year old girl who goes to Maplewood High School where she is an honor roll student, a cheerleader, and is the student body president for the Junior classmen. She enjoys spending time with her family, hanging out with her friends, and she make sures that she makes the right decisions for the school. Brittney usually gets along with everyone in the school even the unpopular kids, but there is this one person she doesn’t like or can’t stand to be around. His name is Andre Jones, Andre is the captain of the basketball team and star player. Even though Brittney is around Andre during basketball games, she still refuses to talk to him or go near him.

Gilbert requested that we drive his vehicle back to his residence without towing

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When I took the steering wheel in my hands for the first time I felt unsure if my previous theory would hold true. My father told me to "get a feel" for the gas pedal while it was in park, and I promptly pressed the accelerator to the floor.