On Monday I went to school, head held high. You looked at me in a really weird manner and eventually you swallowed your pride and asked me how my party was. I, in basic terms, lied. Ruthlessly lied, but since you weren’t the opposite of ruthless either, what did it matter? It was great, is what I told you, we were at a ice rink and there were these funny clowns giving us free lollipops since I was the birthday girl.
You always hear about your typical fairy tale love story how the man pursues the women and they live happily ever after, but that is not always the case. My ever after started in the summer of 2008, I was a twenty-one-year-old mother with a beautiful one-year old baby girl. Since I was a little girl I always wanted my own fairy tale ending but I always seemed too looked for love in all the wrong places. One evening my friend and I stopped at Walmart to pick up a few items, as we were leaving the store I happened to glance over and I spotted a very attractive guy who was in his uniform on his lunch break at the Mcdonalds. I looked over to my friend and mentioned how attractive I thought he was and continued to walk towards the exit.
Next came her bright red nose, and lastly she laced up her bright red shoes. Giggly went around her house and gathered her nine other siblings, (who were also clowns but they were all going to a children's party today,) and her parents who were also going to the carnival to eat some cotton candy. The once good day started to become very bad, very quick. It all started with a loud pop, and a car
Allie and Jay stood at the edge of the hallway, attempting to peek at their presents in the living room. *They already completely forgot about my grandparents, but I still wished that they stayed home with us for Christmas. I heard my mom’s camera clicking as she photographed in the living room. The living room had been the biggest room in my house, but it felt different since all of the furniture had been moved against the walls, the presents piled up in the middle. Jack squabbled as he wanted to sprint out to his parents and
In 1897, which was before my time (six a.m. is before my time, too, but that’s another story), a little girl named Virginia asked if there was a Santa Claus. In 2015, a little girl named Chloe got up at six a.m. in her grandparents’ house and asked for breakfast. Then she asked if there was a Santa Claus. She found out when she went to the Smith Haven Mall in Lake Grove, New York, to see the right jolly old elf who made her laugh when she saw him in spite of herself. As a sometimes naughty boy who is trying to get on the good list so I can receive reindeer underwear for Christmas, I am not lying when I say that this Santa is the best I have ever seen.
I love everything about Halloween... the costumes,the candy and especially the scary stories, one story in particulate gets me its called ''The House on 3rd Street'' Its about a haunted house and a normal family,or they were normal before they moved in,so let me stop and start the story. On November 1,2003 the Jackson's moved in, the family consists of David Jackson,Karen Jackson and the kids, Caden the youngest and only son, Katie the middle child and Amanda the oldest.They really liked the house and they knew about the stories but they didn't care, it had everything they needed.They first year was great they loved their house, and even on Christmas they got a puppy, Spot but everything changed on Halloween night. When Caden woke up at ten that Halloween night he went down satires to get a drink of water, and that's when he saw it...a man in a long black coat with a hoodie on sliced his dog open right in front of the little boy. All Caden could do was watch because he was in such shock that he could'nt move, so he just watched while spot was slashed open. Then the killer took
She could not wait to see her own red broom, and then she was free to send candy to the children on Halloween. She was so fond of children, especially those who were abandoned by their parents. Lulu faintly imagined the children eating the sweet candy, she could not help to laugh. But she was pushed down to the ground behind a force. "Dwarf!"
Christmas Day is full of tradition, unforgettable memories, and most importantly remembering the spectacular birth of Jesus Christ. I, thankfully, have a close family to spend Christmas Day with every year. My family and I follow the same Christmas traditions each year without much deviation. Devouring delicious meals, tearing open presents, going to church and playing games are at the top of our agenda each year. Anticipation awakened me from my deep slumber and I sprang out of bed eager to build new memories with those I love.
The horrible sensation of my spine being crushed by the metal. It started to snow around one that afternoon in New Haven, Connecticut. It made the Christmas season so wonderful and peaceful. I was helping my mom in the kitchen rolling cookie dough for the recital tonight. As the snow fell I watched my sister, Lily, play outside with our dog, Arrow.
We are going to have so much fun together. So it was Friday and my parents dropped me off in front of the school. There were a lot of kids that was ready to get the day over with. Then I saw Jesssica. Jessica is my best friend and always will be.