Creative Writing: Clueless, Revenge Of The Bridesmaids

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The Outsiders Sequel When I turned in my essay, my English teacher looked at my work in surprise. He flipped through my 7 pages of writing, and then set it on his desk. He said I could leave for the day, and that he would grade it as soon as he could. It was almost four o’clock, and Darry would kill me if I didn’t come home by four thirty.

When they walked up to the counter to checkout this was their experience, “’Is this counter open?’ Keiko asked. The clerk just looked around for another

I arrived and ran up to the door. “Hi, early checkout right now please!” I panted. “Name please,” the girl asked. “Maggie, here for Devin.”

“I know!” I replied back to her. We were entertained for a while until a boy stepped in my way and when I tried to turn, I hit a crack in the

We strode through the open, garage door like doors that led to the room holding the grey carts in long rows. I gripped the red handle of a shopping cart, observing the large width of it. As we entered, I noticed another door next to the entrance where people were exiting in the opposite direction with full carts. My mom then showed her membership card to the greeter at the entrance.

Like this young dancer, I have always adored dance. The first time in the studio - with leotards and tights and my slicked back bun, my tap shoes in one hand, and my ballet shoes in the other - I knew I was ready.   The way each dancer leaves it all out on the stage reveals their obvious commitment to the art of dance. That first day, rather than simply walking into the studio, I ran.

“I can tell you’ve started to come around, at least a little bit and that makes me hap-,” Matt’s thought was interrupted by the light of a flashlight. “Run!” he yelled as he ran in the opposite direction from them, creating a lot of noise in the process. Kat and Lucy sprinted for

" As they were walking down the hallway on the first floor, headed for the main entrance, Hallie slid her hand around Theo 's left elbow. Arm in arm. He instinctively slowed down a little. What a moment."

I walked through the double doors, and down the yellow tile hallway, all

“Left will take you to the bathroom”? And right will take you to your Grandmother Halle”? The lady’s low voice echoed in my head, as I questioned it. Without a doubt in my mind, I turned right. I stared down at the glimmering waxed floor as I walked up to the first door; it was the bathroom.

The car squealed to a stop and I jumped out of the dinged up vehicle. I ran on the cement ramp that led me down to the Wilmington Friends Meeting’s undercroft door like I would usually do on a Wednesday evening. Grasping the cold metal vertical bar in my baseball sized fists, right over the left. I yanked, then again and again as the door clanked repeatedly. Realizing the door was locked I twirled around.

I just gave her the suitcase and waited for my bag. Then, I saw it and grabbed it from the conveyor belt. After that, I walked out of the room and I saw some moving stairs. “What kind of stairs are these?” I think.

I smiled but didn’t move. I looked out at the dance floor at the couples stepping, hopping, and twirling. Sometimes I could barely walk across a room without tripping on the colors in the carpet. I had no idea how I was going to dance gracefully across the floor without making a total fool of myself. “Nervous again?”

she asked in a dangerously sweet voice. “Hallie, I-” And that was when the dam