It all starts with the crack of a firework and the sizzle as the sparks slowly drift back to earth. In the distance you can hear the crying of little kids, terrified of the booming sounds, along with the "oohs" and "ahs" of the people in the little town enjoying the fireworks show. Proceeding the thirty minute show, families file up the beach stairs to return to the comfort of their own beds. In the morning they will participate in the yearly parade. Early in the morning children and their parents gather in the parking lot of the community house to decorate their bikes and scooters in red,white, and blue. One hour later they take off for the long ride. Spectators wave and cheer as the kids ride by. If you listen closely you can …show more content…
She is homeschooled and lives in Riverside, Illinois. With her curly hair and beautiful smile she joyfully reports, "I was excited for spontaneous adventures,late nights, and good friends." There's nothing better than being with your best friends for the entire summer. People ask us if we are ever homesick and the answer is always "no". The reasoning for that is because, how could we be homesick if we are at home? I feel more at home in Bethany Beach than I ever had in Arlington Heights. Over the entire summer we had actives and bible studies. One activity is a little game called Sadie Hawkins. Just about every girl in the youth program in Bethany and almost every guy in the Bethany youth program participate. The girls draw a name of one of the guys and that is who they will have to chase for the 24 hours preceding the drawing. Once everyone is caught we set up a beautiful dessert on the beach. The sunset was orange and purple that night. The bonfire crackled as we sang songs around it, into the late hours of the night. Tiki torches lit up the area with the food. I received the name of Andrew Bland. He is one of those people who make you feel really happy and can slap a smile on your face in the matter of minutes. His energy could fill up a room the size of the White House. " quote from Andrew" breathed …show more content…
This game is the same as Sadie Hawkins p, just the guys chase the girls. One of my best friends, Michael Pitts, picked me to chase. The story is actually quite funny. It was after 6pm (the game ends at 8pm) and I was relaxing in the Community house when the door flies open so I bolt out of there. My legs we're moving faster than they ever had before as I was running down the hill that leaded to the park. Finally he caught up to me, I slipped on some dirt, and he received my flag. Instead of having a desert on the beach after Wells Fargo, we have a banquet. This year the basques hall was decorated with vibrating yellow sunflowers and deep purple Delphinium. As I previously stated Michael Pitts chased me. He is tall with brown hair and a smile that can light up the room. " quote from Michael" Michael
This quiet and quaint town known as Mt. Holly, NJ is where I grew up. Nestled in the outskirts of New Jersey’s capitol, is known for its small town charm and historic roots. Living here was the best years of my life. I grew up in a part of town that once housed the military families from Ft. Dix and McGuire Air Force Base, which is now known as Joint Base.
When Rainsford(protagonist) awoke in bed he had remembered the night as if it had happened 10 minutes ago. As the scenes of him and Zaroff’s fight replayed in his head a smile grew on his face. He knew what he did was right and that he is not a murderer, he did what he had to do to survive and save the others trapped in the cellular. He had forgotten all about the cellular and was determined to find out where it was to free the others and find a way off of Ship-Trap Island.(Setting) He knew he would have to do a lot of convincing to the people trapped and try to explain that he wasn’t like Zaroff and is only trying to help them.
Growing up in South Carolina it was very adventurous. A warm night on October 03 2000 in West Palm Beach, FL Griz was born. I was born in JFK Hospital. But as soon as I born I moved to Dale, SC. All throughout elementary and middle school, I was called Dequan.
It was just another day in the town of Winchester and Abigail Johnson was preparing breakfast for her family. Abigail was a 15 year old girl in high school. She lived in a two-story house with her sister, mother, and father. Abigail and her family were extremely close, especially her and her younger sister, Emily. Abigail had a very busy life at school always being involved in sports, clubs, and after school activities.
I tell myself, ‘a year from now, I will be on the other side of the fence. ' I am an hour early, walking around trying to familiarize myself with some of the people I’ve seen before. I gather information on the rides. Strangely, I buy a raffle ticket, something I’ve never done before. Finally, I sit in the stands.
“Whitney? Whitney! Come back! Please, not again!” Screamed Rainsford, voice hoarse from his constant cries. Rain pounded on him, and the midnight-like sea was trying to pull him into its depths.
It was an autumn morning- the crisp September breeze was rattling the newly bare tree limbs, leaves of crimson red, orange and golden tones covered the ground like a soft blanket, and the smell of freshly bailed hay roamed the little parking lot full of vendors. As I got out of my car to walk under the festive tents a lady who seemed quite important and knowledgeable about the Bridgeport Farmers Market walked by ringing a bell. People started traveling through the tents discussing with vendors and other shoppers about an array of things; like the weather or ‘this eggplant color is so rich’ or ‘the healing power of the cookbook.’ Quickly, the small little shopping center that was filled with vibrant colored fruits, vegetables, and flowers became extremely loud. Conversations and chatter were surrounding me as I began to enter the tiny outdoor supermarket.
The drive up to Lake Winnisquam is exciting and uneventful as usual. Through smudged windows, I watch the passing scenery, anticipating all the fun we will have this fourth of July. The switch onto Lower Waldron road was a recognizable turn and a sign of our proximity. We each scoot towards the edge our seats, heads pressed against the glass, eager to be the first to spot our destination. “I see the house,” my sister squeals with excitement.
Ever since I was young, I have always heard someone talking about Marquette. Part of this may be due to the fact that three of my neighbors have gone to Marquette and have absolutely loved it. Adding on to that, I have met even more people that have gone to Marquette that have really liked it and are usually successful in life. I met even more people at the Marquette open house that were from all over the United States and said they went to Marquette and they hope their child will attend Marquette as well. This made me realize that Marquette is truly local, since I know several people that have gone to Marquette that live by me and at the same time it is global, since I have met people around the United States, as well as other countries that
Just Another Day in Boonsboro It was just another day in Boonsboro, Maryland. I drove on 34 like I do every day. I saw the same police officer parked at the edge of the police station attempting to scare citizens into slowing down. I drove through the narrow streets full of quaint townhouses and came to a stop at one of the three stoplights in our town.
There it was, the creaky staircase of the abandoned Delta Mental Asylum. I have no idea why I thought this was a good idea. I’m getting chills and it’s the middle of summer. At least I’m not alone my sister, Aubrey, is with me. We were just about to go up the stairs when I thought I heard giggles, but Aubrey said I was just being paranoid.
It was a Friday night. We were thrilled to be out of school, it had been a long week. I was on a short leash with my teachers since me and my pals Barry and John brought stink bombs to school and stunk up the whole cafeteria. At least twenty kids had to go home sick. Needless to say, it was the prank of the year.
After experiencing the different things and experiences for three years. But I will be looking into her life now and comparing it to her old life. Interviewer: Do you ever miss your family and friends back at your old community?
Vivian Key is four years old and halfway through scarfing down a bowl of applesauce when her mother says, “Vivvy, don’t play with your food.” Vivian pauses in the middle of waving her (unused) spoon around like a wand and pouts. “Why?” she asks, scooping up another glob of applesauce with her fingers. “I’m a fairy.”
I grew up in Wellston, Ohio and lived in the countryside about fifteen minutes from town. My house was a home to me and it wasn 't the greatest, but it was special to me. My big backyard consisted of many fruit trees and a grape vine, it was where I had bonfires with my family and friends, and it was where I ran free with my brother. I had a pond, “over the hill” as my brother and I would say, where we swam and fished in the summertime and sat on the deck feeding bread to the bluegill as we had conversations about life. Behind our pond was where thousands of trees stood tall and where we roamed every inch of the hidden land.