“ Hey, how was your test?” I asked him as we walk down a set of stairs and into the hallway that houses my locker. “ It was all right, probably failed but I really don't care! Not now anyway.” he laughs. “I think I did well, I probably could have study more but I just really don't have time.” I tell him we take a turn down a seemingly empty hallway. I head to my locker and throw my calculus textbook onto the built-in shelf.
A Haunted Halloween In the town of Hull stone, on a Halloween night, four kids met up at Joe’s house to have a sleepover. Bob, Claire and Emily showed up at his house with their candy baskets. They left the house to go trick or treating in Joe’s neighborhood. The evening passed quickly as they had collected a lot of candy and they were returning to Joe’s house to begin their sleepover. On the ride back home, all was well until Bob suddenly stumbled upon a rock while riding his bike.
But she ignored what her heart was trying to tell her after all, what he did for her was something she must forever be thankful for after being rejected by her own parents. So for the next few days, Gretel grew comfortable with the kind man, or so she thought. On the fourth day, she awoke in the night to the sound of the gentle rain, so soft it did not disturb the man’s sleep. She crept to the toilet but on her way there what she saw made her heart leap. It was a large pot sitting in the middle of the living room.
When we finished eating me and my parents continued to dry the floor. Somehow, water kept getting inside the house. I went around the house looking for spots that water was leaking from. I got some tiles and placed them so that the water would keep running to the grass and not in the concrete. When it stopped raining and the sun is partially out, we moved everything that we had secured when the hurricane was approaching us.
The interior of the cabin wasn’t so bad, but it definitely needed some refurbishing and remodeling. There was a cold draft inside the cabin, and the whole place looked ominous. Exhausted from the car ride, my whole family decided it would be best to start the search for the fountain tomorrow and fell sound
So, let us get started. Tools you will need: Grooming table with arm and loop Shears (scissors) Clippers and Blades Roscoe nail clippers Ear Hair Removal Powder Bath tub and shampoo Blow-dryer Cotton balls Ear cleaner Service Card with the grooming instructions Time
Instead of using my loud alarm clock next to my bed that I have used for many years I chose to use the softer sounding alarm on my phone that I repeatedly push snooze on. The Dionysus part of me wants to wake up at 7:30 instead of 5:30 even when I have a class at 8:00 in the morning. My reasoning for waking up at 7:30 is because I live seven minutes down the road away from my class and that I could just eat after class. When I finally get done getting ready, and I walk out to my car in the spring Tennessee weather, I am surprised with a car with ice covering each window inside and out. By this
I went home after school, the new single of Justin Bieber, Love Yourself, was playing on the radio. It was raining outside, while I was listening to him singing along the lines, “My mama don’t like you she likes everyone, and I never like to admit that i was wrong….” All of a sudden, it stopped. “Everyone, this is emergency, the current acid rain level is extremely high, and it is poisonous, it could cause permanent damage to your skin and even death. It is imperative for all of you to move indoors. Immediately!“ I ran to the window, I felt a stir of emotion, my body started to tremble and my movement was out of control like it wasn’t mine anymore.
I could tell from the greying clouds in the sky that there was a storm on it’s way. The wind was blowing hard and the leaves on the trees were swaying back and forth. I sat on my bed looking out the window smiling to myself. I was going to do it tonight. Tonight was the night I was going to finish my transformation.
The cold wind bites at my fingers and face as I struggle to find my keys in the mess that is my bag. When I finally get my hands on them, I hurry inside the still dark shop, locking the door behind me and slowly making my way to the back, where I can finally light up the room. It’s still May, so the sun is only getting up when I arrive for the morning shift. I’m early; Kallan is usually there before me, but I just couldn’t manage to go back to sleep, even when I went back in the warmth of my sheets. I already kept myself occupied for a few hours by now - watching reruns of old TV shows, obscure conspiracy documentaries; I did my makeup, washed my hair, tidied up my room, even went on a walk in the park that’s on my way to work - but I just couldn’t do it anymore.