At twelve thirty exactly Abby makes her way downstairs. She is still wearing those horrid, grey pajamas as she trudged into the kitchen, where breakfast has already been conducted and finished. Though, the dishes from the event still await her arrival in the sink. She pulls down a clean porcelain bowl and grab a box of sugary, processed cereal. I sighed to myself, but sound traveled very well in the living room, so when Abby turned towards me from behind the counter tops with an unspoken question I simply continued reading my book. I looked at the clock set above me on the fireplace mantel. “Good afternoon, dear.” I called. “Afternoon.” she answered hesitantly, which was odd since she should be well rested. “Does your alarm clock need new batteries again?” I asked to simply make conversation. “No.”, she sighed. I look up from my place on the loveseat, taking in her appearance. “Is today laundry day? Do you need some help with the wash?” I offered my assistance out of pure generosity. …show more content…
This is when I was crowned queen at the prom.” I scanned the page of iridescent glitter decorations and ran my fingers over the indents of multiple scrawls of autographs from my past admires. I turn the page. “And here I am giving my inauguration speech as student council president in Irving High’s old GYM.” I giggled to myself as I remembered how that day went. “I had to borrow one of my mother’s suits that day. It was her best one too. The lace trim added such an elegant texture; it was beautiful. And we wore the same size, four, so it all worked out. I had that election in the bag, but it helped I guess to be cheer captain as well.” I reminisced with tenderness. “It would’ve been nice to do the same, as in sharing clothes.” Abby’s chair screeched across the tiled floor as she stood abruptly. I flinched at her mannerisms. “Abby, what did I say about the chairs. You will leave marks.” I reprimanded her. I only keep saying these things because she always seems to
They entered the cabin and Cassandra immediately detected the overpowering smell of mildew and old, stale lady finger cookies. "Time to pick our bunks now girls" all the girls around Cassandra squealed and immediately ran to a bunk with a friend and Cassandra was left alone on the extra army cot in the corner. Cassandra sat down and began to unpack her things and then she stumbled across the journal her mother gave her. She all of a sudden felt really lonely and upset. When she finished unpacking her things into the small dresser she put the book under the pillow.
CHAPTER TWO The evening passed by and still no word from Anthony. Carly looked forward to Friday nights, because it was the one night that Angel was allowed to stay up with her, and didn’t have to be in bed by eight o’clock. She always let Angel pick out what movie they would watch, and what they would eat for dinner, and then later they would pop some corn, spread their sleeping bags out on the living room floor and pretend they were having a slumber party.
Abby was getting ready to leave the library and walk to a close coffee shop where she was meeting up with one of her friends around 6:00 p.m. Abby was always on time and called if something important came up. While Abby was putting things in her bag. She felt like she was being
Smooth, wide-open arms welcomed her and the Aunt upon arrival. Nearly only five black, straight, plastic hands shifted clockwise acutely before the welcoming arms welcomed wet swollen eyes and welcomed the whimpering to turn to bawling. “She’s become inscrutable and my attempts to console her fail miserably.” the mother thinks to herself. Therefore, she decides to make a call.
Waiting patiently for her salad and her friends food too. She watched as everyone was dancing, including her friends Eliza and Will, remembering those names reminded her of when she was a least 5 and tried to say her friends name but they were too long so she started to call them Eliza and Will ever since. She grabbed her book from her bag and grabbed ‘All’s
and I don't understand much more than the day I arrived.” Henry gave her another smile. “Well I'm headed back to bed before Jayna comes looking for me.
With the tray in hand, the professor walked into the room where Alice (as he had chosen to identify her) was contained. She sat fettered by her hands and feet in a chair in the midst of the room. Reclining her chair, he began his
Tracey was awoken up by a loud knock on the door. Groggily getting up, inwardly cursing the person who interrupted her slumber. Tracey was surprised to see a man in his mid 40’s with a sharp navy-blue suit. The badges of honour that were pinned on his suit, shining beautifully in the moonlights presence. He gave a smile that genuinely reached his eyes.
“Sweetie, time to wake up.” Pretending to be asleep, Abigail “woke up” and looked at her father. Silently, Klaus closed the door. Abigail got up, dressed in her fishing uniform, which was a plain shirt made out of string that her mother gave her, and a pair of ripped, cream colored leggings made out of leather, and a pair of ripped brown boots. When she finished getting dressed, she went to the kitchen, and Lucy prepared breakfast.
“This isn’t funny!” I got frustrated. This was the second time today that someone didn’t believe me. “Well, you girls have fun at the factory, I have work to do.” He got up from the kitchen table, and walked down the hall,
Right As The Coffee Machine Went Off Telling Me That My Coffee Was Ready The Doorbell Rang. I Got Up From My Comfortable Seat On The Couch And Made My Way Over To The Big Oak Doors,Twisting The Knob And Pulling Open The Door. "Hi Daddy!"I Immediately Smiled At The Sight Of Chloe Behind Her Sister 's
Today’s activities were like any other waking up early sitting in class watching the clock slowly tick by and then coming home and doing homework. Something about today seemed different. I
Coming of Age Narrative Rough Draft She woke up in a soft, flannel cot. Her digital alarm clock droned on and on, but she didn’t hear it; she didn’t care. She slammed it to stop buzzing and hopped out of bed. Pressing her hand against her window, she looked out to see a snowy winter day. Frost caked her neighbor’s roofs.
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