I stared into the dark sky, taking a deep breath. “Tonight...tonight.” I breathed out loud. This past week i’ve felt jittery inside my stomach, holding back the smile i’ve wanted to show. Tomorrow was the day it all happened. I held my legs to my chest and thought about all the good things that could happen.
¨Yeah, Darry I’m fine, why wouldn't I be okay, just that I have a very small headache, nothing to worry about ¨
"Sometimes we need someone to simply be there. Not to fix anything, or to do anything in particular, but just to let us feel that we are cared for and supported."
It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.
I want her to come back. I miss her more than anything. I get that dad is trying to do his best; I mean, what is he supposed to do after something like this has happened?
One warm august night my sister Ellie and I watched the film Into the Wild. The story of Chris
Looking back I stared at my blank paper struggling to grasp the concept of a lesson. I knew well enough I needed to speak up sooner or later in school. Once I entered a whole new school I had to change. It was an easy ride the whole way until now.
I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my new craving for books! We were starting school in a week. I decided that I needed some answers. I was laying in bed when I had a great idea. I sneak outside and head to the cemetery. Walking up to the giant ink bottle, I notice the door was cracked open a little bit. I open it and walk through. I see my friend Jack lying on the floor with a bite mark on his neck. I knew I had to keep quiet, or the vampire will come after me. So, I run back home as fast as I could.
When I was 1 year old my mother first described to me about the dangers of hunters. “That they are strange beings, and that don’t care about us at all… That is how your father died” my mother said, as my mother was telling me this a tear fell down my eye, and I felt like I would never feel happiness again. I was 8 months old when it happened. My father was down at the pond about a quarter of a mile away from where we lived. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I was eating some grass near a tree, and all the sudden I hear this loud obnoxious sound that I’ve never heard before. I started running to see what had happened, and my mother yelled out to me, and said “BUCK, come back here, and wait for father to come.” I ran back to
Following the trek leader on a trail at philmont, new mexico, we came across one of the many river crossings. my patrol leader, cody went across before the rest of us crossed. The trail lead up a rugged rock staircase and on to the other side of the mountain into one of the valleys and the Moss covered forest. An almost indescribable atmosphere surrounded me as I jumped across the river. Dizzy, the sandstone cliffs spinning around above me, I felt as if I was losing my grip on my life. Voices came from every direction. An oppressive force weighed down on me as I swayed in the middle of the river, barely able to stand. It was almost to difficult to breath, it felt like I was being pushed, pulled and shaken slowly by an unseen force in a rage. It was like
"The Starter" annouced that it was a two command start. This meant, he waas going to say, "Ready?" adn then fire the gun. Quicker than I expected, he assumed we were all ready and did his two command start. We were off. Everyone shot off like lightning. Coming around the corner I saw Sam shoot by me. I kept up my pace and fianlly it to my biggest obstacle, "The Hill."
It was a nice sunny day, birds chirping, warm breeze in the air with the fragrance of flowers mixed with fresh cut grass. Out in the county of England.A family of two, a father and a daughter. It was the first week of school for teenage Zoe Jackson. She just turned thirteen, and beginning a new year in a new school. She enmity school because today is a Monday, having to wear a boring uniform everyday, and she expects there be a bunch of bullies in the school because her father is a “nerd.” But Zoe doesn't bother telling her father, Fred, because she knows her father is stressed out being an environmentalist. Having to travel a lot for the business he is working for.
I personally hate mornings, they’re always way too early, and my bed is just too comfortable to leave. However, my mom isn’t affected by mornings at all. That's why she decided to wake me up at five thirty on a Saturday morning. I feel someone shaking me slightly and softly whispering “Jaime… Jaime… time to get up.” The voice exclaimed. I groan loudly and roll over towards the wall. “Five more minutes” I mumbled. My mom says “up and at ‘em” and walks out of my room, down the hallway..
The cab driver doesn’t even raise his eyebrows when a teenage girl gets in his car and gives a long-distance address. He maintains a driving pace that 's seventeen miles over the speed limit. I decide that I like him.
The sound of the laughter coming from the person beside me and the other people in the room.This is what I hear when I think family,this is what I hear when I think friends.What do you think?Keep reading and I’ll tell you more .