One day at Halloween night so many years ago there 's two teenagers too shy to say hi standing in the corner of the room while everyone is enjoying the Halloween party threw by one of the popular kids at the Beacon Hills High School and this is the story of their blossoming love story in the day where all the spooky thing happens, and little did she know. "Stop staring at her, it 's creepy," Peter 's friend told him with a smirk causing Peter to startled since he 's been watching you the girl in the corner of the room laughing with her friend looking so inhumanly beautiful and happy. Peter rolled his eyes, sending a glare to his friend before taking another sip of his drink, "Pfft, I 'm not staring at her," Joel, Peter 's friend chuckled …show more content…
and what is that?" Peter smiled shyly at you, "You, truth to be told I always liked you and my friend literally forced Steve to pair me with you," Your eyes went wide with his confession, "Oh, really? I never know anyone would ever like me," you muttered. "Why wouldn 't anyone like you? You are funny and beautiful and I like you," Peter said, he never thought he would said these kind of words to anyone. "My friends always tried to set me up with guys, but they just ended up running because apparently I didn 't smile enough, I 'm literally having a resting bitch face, can you see?" You said annoyingly remembering one time your friend pointed out that you never smile at anyone or even on the picture and she 's been calling you bitch face ever since. "Who cares if you don 't like to smile? We could have a resting bitch face together," Peter said in joking and serious manner in the same time, meaning he really did mean it, but didn 't want to scare you so he made it look like he is joking. You raised your eyebrow at him, "Who said we are going to be together? Not so fast,
" And yet you still haven 't done it... you haven 't said it. I told you more than a week ago. I 've tried not being that girl, but I am that girl.
Every dessert was catching my eye, I specifically could not wait until I was devouring a mint chocolate chip sundae. While we were lingering for the check, Sierra’s grandparents were reminiscing about when they used to go on date nights to Fentons every weekend. Immediately, I was able to grasp the nature of important Fentons was to her family. I felt incredibly sentimental. At the same time, I noticed myself looking around Fentons and wondering about all of the dates that have took place in those booths.
DOYLESTOWN — Will there be a bunch of rogues marauding through the village Friday and Saturday? Not likely, but there will be thousands who will converge in Doylestown for the 23rd annual Rogues’ Hollow Festival. The food court, vendors and crafts booths will open at 5 p.m. Friday, and the Grand Parade will step off at 7 p.m. from Memorial Park and make its way through downtown. Following the parade, Tyler Reed will perform in the bandstand.
It was at Lucas Graham's Christmas party that Tom Yilmaz first saw Mollie Conrad. Not for the first time in his life- they had attended the same school for nearly seven years and had been in the same class more than once- but it was the first time he really saw her. As soon as she walked in the room, everyone's head turned to look at her, because she looked so... different. Normally, she wore her dark hair in a messy ponytail, with her demeanour unassuming and her voice rarely heard, but now... now her hair cascaded over her creamy shoulders, her eyes were bright and she looked stunning in her burgundy dress.
INTRODUCTION An evil house, the kind of some people call haunted is like an undiscovered country waiting to be explored. Hill House has stood by itself for eighty years and might stand for eighty more. The walls standing straight, bricks neatly, floors firm and the doors sensibly closed; silence lay steadily against the wood and stone of Hill House, and whatever walked there, walked alone.
My face was burning… ‘Why him?’ Stargirl tilted her head, as if studying me. She grinned mischievously. She tugged on my earlobe and said, ‘He's cute.’ And walked off.
She and that girl and occasionally another girl went out several times a week, and the rest of the time Connie spent around the house-- it was summer vacation-- getting in her mother’s way and thinking, dreaming about the boys she met (Chopra).” Being a young teenager, Connie is just starting to experience feelings of romance and
“The Night the Ghost Got In” and “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County” both have characters that would not make good neighbors. In “The Night the Ghost Got In”, by James Thurber, a ghost got into a James’s house, and caused a chain of chaotic events, including his mother throwing a shoe through his neighbor’s window.. In “The Celebrated Jumping Frog of Calaveras County”, by Mark Twain, a story is told of a man named Jim Smiley who tried to make bets whenever he could, and when he did he usually won, until he suddenly lost when his opponent cheated. Mother and Jim Smiley would not make good neighbors.
“Have I ever let you down?” he asked Brian and me and then turned and walked away. In a voice so low that Dad didn’t hear him, Brian said, “Yes.” p. 78
A teenage girl named Connie is introduced as someone who is self conscious, and shows a fear of intimacy. She is constantly checking her looks, and she does not reveal to have a close bond with anyone. She has no positive relationship with her family, and even the girl that she spent most summer days with goes without a name for most of the story. When a middle-aged man drives up, layering Connie with compliments, and offering her an out to the life that she has, the far too present fear
I hear something in the distance, I grab Jackie’s hand and hide behind a tree. We both peek our heads out on the sides, curious and scared on who or what we are about to see. Two horses trott by, pulling a stagecoach. I gasp when I see the people inside.
A huge burst of excitement went through my body. “ I GOT IT? DID I REALLY?” I screamed the top of my lungs in shock. I hugged him looked and just was in shock.
The sound of birds chirping garishly outside my window, wakens me from a deep slumber. Opening my eyes, I see the morning sun’s rays illuminating my room. I’m longing for sleep to engulf me back into its warm embrace. My father ruins any hope of going back to sleep as he hollers upstairs that breakfast is ready. Standing up and doing a morning stretch is when I first smell it.
Suddenly, it all began rushing back, the rain outside the window, the noise in the background, the girl I had seen a year and a half ago—it all rushed back to me. “Oh my god… it’s you” I stammered. I know you too. “Yeah, that’s me…” she responded. I replied with an apology: “I’m really sorry I don’t what came over me, I’m very happy to see you again, if I’m being quite honest”.
I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did.