On my way to the entrance, Splat! A bird poops on the sleeve of my sweater. In awe, I try my best to wipe it off, but I end up just making it worse. At around 8:01 the bell rings my friends and I rush down the hallway to be in class in time. Ms. Halloween greeting us at the doorway.
The next week went by quickly and consisted of me buying and getting everything ready for the proposal and me trying to get my nerves under control for my big day. The big finally arrived on the morning of October 7th. I woke up, got dressed, and ate breakfast, all while full of extreme anxiety. Afterwards, I wrapped the poster, flowers and chocolate to conceal them in case I saw Shante before I was supposed to and got in my car and drove to school still full of anxiety. I arrived and walked in the building 10 minutes later doing my best to keep myself under control.
It was her Uncle Al’s birthday party and beth needed to get pants. When Beth got to the mall she walked by Madge P. Groton the stocky, ugly security guard. Beth started to try on pants when she went to get another size and that when the trouble started. When she went to look for pants the security guard thought she was stealing and called the cops. When the cops arrested her she said she had evidence to show the cop that she didn´t steal.
Waking up on a Sunday morning was routine, each Sunday I’d get up at Seven-thirty in the morning and get dressed. Running around last minute trying to get makeup on I realized my sister wasn 't even out of bed yet. So heading over to her room, I found her with the bed covers over her face. I remember pestering my sister to get up and finally she flipped over the covers. Achieving the goal of waking her up, I turned around to leave the room when she said, “I crashed the car.”
When we arrived i got out of the car and walked to my house and unlocked it and went upstairs to my room. I was thinking about those nightmares all of a sudden they came back it has been 2 years since those nightmares left but now they come back, i was confused and frustrated. It had also been 2 years ago since my parents had died. Yes , my nightmares were about my parents deaths , here's how they died sadly .
Even though my daughter became upset that we were running late, I ran around the house trying to get her ready for homecoming. As I was rushing my daughter out of the house, a neighbor stopped by and asked to borrow my laptop. I had forgotten my laptop at work after my coworker stopped me. After dropping my daughter off at homecoming, I drove thirty minutes back to work and picked up my laptop to please my neighbor.
Just thinking about that gym makes me go right back being a scared and nervous seventh grade girl, and
It was dusty everywhere, and when I kicked my feet, the dust would come up like smoke all around me. My aunt Karen took us to her office. We had to wait for about 30 minutes because she was working that morning. She programs computers for the zoo.
One day my mom told me to take out the dog. I was in a hurry because I was playing NBA 2K15 and wanted to get back into the house and finish the game. As I ran out there everything was going fine and Sugar was going to the bathroom. Once she had finished I decided it would be a good idea to sprint back into the house when the ground was completely covered in ice. As I turned a corner I slipped and instantly started to be in miserable pain.
Getting shoved in a locker is a cliché that accompanies arriving at High School, but for me was the straw that broke the camel’s back. The terror that reigned over my mind soon turned to vengeance and hatred for myself and those who pushed me to this place. “Not everything changes you for the better,” my mother had said multiple times to me before the camel’s back broke. Being shoved in a locker sticks in my mind same as chewing gum to a shoe. I was the strange child, I still am the strange child in the class.
‘’Now let’s go home,’’ ‘’this place is starting to give me the creeps.’’ The mom said. That night I returned to my house, exhausted from my journey, only to receive a text message on my phone. It was 9:00 at night, and my eyes had bags under their baggs. As I read the text, It was from my mom, asking me if I wanted to have a sleepover with my friend.
Baby Dogs – When we first got our female czechoslovakian shepherd she was only about 6 months old. She was always out of one thing and into another. Not even considering how she loved to chew on things I left my shoes in the living room while I went to walmart one night. When I returned, she had one shoe torn to sherds and the other was missing.
After driving for over 1,000 miles in the car, we arrived in a crumby apartment complex. The walls seemed to cry as you saw the paint peeling off the walls and rat scurried under abandoned dumpsters. Right after I unpacked my bags, my mom shipped us off to Washington Junior High. It was late in the semester so Mrs.White said that the next project would be my only grade.
The sky started to glow bright orange as I left my office. The sky reminded me to search through my bag for my jumpsuit. I had forgotten it and without it, my journey home would be treacherous. I contentedly went towards the office kitchen to rejuvenate after a day of successful reports. On my way there, I dropped by the supply closet for unclaimed jumpsuits.
Rushing to brush our teeth, brush our hair, and get our bags all waiting by the door. Her grandparents were running behind a little, arriving at her house at 6:20 am. It was still pitch black outside with not even a little sunrise. We rushed out to the