The year was 1861 and the first battle had already begun. The country was now divided as two teams, the confederates and the unions. I wasn’t looking forward to the upcoming battle that was about to happen. I sat in my tent in silence, thinking about what might happen. Starting to feel uneasy about this battle I grabbed my rifle for comfort. It felt weird that I look at my gun as a safe object. I laid back and sighed. I let my guard down for too long, I needed to get it up again.
I was born in Berwyn, Illinois in McNeal Hospital on August 6, 2000, on a Sunday. I was born a month earlier than I was supposed to be, making me a premature baby. I weighed 5 pounds, 6 ounces and was 19 ½ inches long. As my father saw me he told my mother, “I make the most beautiful babies.” My mother’s family thought I looked like my father, the exact same nose, eyes, and lips. My mother was hemorrhaging after she had me and almost passed away. My father was going insane and called my family members to come to the hospital. Because of this, my mother needed a blood transfusion. Luckily, my mother was completely fine. My parents named me “Miss Alyssa Blanca Espino,” she thought this name was unique, as well as others. My favorite part
After we said our goodbyes, I left Sam and Carolyn at the restaurant and went back to Efren’s Livery. Hey there; Big Jake I called. He came bounding around the corner wagging that stump of a tail. Boy did you miss me, I asked? Of course he did; Efren said coming up behind. He lies by the door and keeps watch for you. I’m still gonna get me one of them Boomyehs or Boomerneighs or whatever you call them. I laughed out loud and Big Jake started barking at both of us. It’s Bouvier I corrected.
On November 6th, 2015 at approximately 1830 hours I, Investigator James Poffel was the on-call investigator and contacted by Officer Garrett Dunlap, regarding him being dispatched to 1517 Baltimore St in reference to a sexual assault report. The sexual assault was said to have occurred approximately two weeks prior.
Imagine if you were being hunted down in your own country by an army who wanted you dead. What would you do? Would you run away and hide from the danger or would you accept the situation you were in and let yourself be killed? Some lucky people got the choice between both options, and I was one of them. I chose to hide from the danger present in front of me, purely because of a promise made between my father and a man named Hans Hubermann.
Regis is fourteen when he finds their mother weeping on the tile floor Christmas Dinner. She grips Stella close to her as if she was oxygen and their mother needed to take a calm breath and breathe.
I had lived in Woonsocket Rhode Island all my life. It was a peaceful town and had one of the lowest crime rates in the country. My father moved here after he met my mother Sara because he came from a bad neighborhood. We don’t like to talk about it much, it’s just something we really don’t know how to explain. It’s me, my brother Joe, my mother Rose, and my father Michael. My name is also Michael after my father, its been a family name and when I get older I want to name my kid Michael to continue the heritage. We lived on Shamans Street, right off the main avenue. It was considered one of the safest places in Woonsocket, I could never feel safer I was like a baby in a carriage.
The car squealed to a stop and I jumped out of the dinged up vehicle. I ran on the cement ramp that led me down to the Wilmington Friends Meeting’s undercroft door like I would usually do on a Wednesday evening. Grasping the cold metal vertical bar in my baseball sized fists, right over the left. I yanked, then again and again as the door clanked repeatedly. Realizing the door was locked I twirled around. Only to realize my dad vanished out of the alley. I started to panic and tears streamed down my pale face. Beating my fists “thud, thump, thud” onto the black chipped railing that led the path down the ramp. The alley where the car had once sat a few moments ago now was replaced with potholes here and there with grass growing through the cracks.
Imagine a fourteen year old girl starting fresh into high school without anyone to help guide her through it, and worst of all you have been keeping a secret from everybody else for far too long. Melinda Sordino is a freshman in high school who is going through many difficult situations in her life. She was raped by a senior named Andy Evans who is now dating Melinda’s ex-best friend Rachel. Due to certain situations and circumstances, Rachel ended the friendship between her and Melinda. Melinda never got the chance to explain, Rachel just left her in the dust and continued on with her life. Melinda was really hurting inside, and it only made it worse having to do it by herself. At one point Melinda had a “friend” named Heather who helped
TAB“Close your eyes, Close them I said close them!” …. Rocky they called him… Big Rocky. He had me at gunpoint in a suspicious darrake room where nobody was to be seen for miles as it -awkward sentence change use of seem seemed like the walls were never ending.reword this sentence it is very awkward The only light was the big light they use during police interrogations, this light was lit up on my sweat drenched face.describe don’t tell In a matter of seconds a large shadow had casted over me. The shadow kept growing in size,until this shadow came to life….
When I reached America, I started to remember my childhood. I was the youngest of 4 children. I had a sister and two brothers. We were all crammed into a small hut. We all slept on one blanket on the floors made of cow poop. The roof was not very good either. It was made of palm leaves and when it rained, water dripped into the hut. Our house was only lit by a candle light. My mother always fed the other children who were just like me. They were poor and hungry. She is the most generous person I have ever met. My father has always motivated me to be the best. I was the best in the college I attended. I was the first in the rankings and everyone praised me. I thought that the Americans were better educated and smarter than me. I was not very confident
First Kenny is born. I was so blessed I got to him and then he tooted and it was so hilarious. I said, “Wow! he stinks!” Every night poppa and I went to the hospital and there was a little white phone on the cream wall and you could call the office and tell them who you wanted to see and of course, we wanted to see momma. Then we had to walk up 87 steps, turn right and the room that momma was in #185. Then poppa and I left at 12:00. Kenny punches, kicks, and scratches me, he sticks his long nails in my skin and he is annoying.
Pacing back and forth in my room, I anxiously waited for the new girl to arrive. My mom has always left me with minimal information---the name and the country of origin--about each guest in the past. After what seemed like eternity, my anxiety was finally met with curiosity.
This is the story of a little boy name Kola and the adventure he had one day at the beach.
We left my floor through the emergency stairs and down one floor. Once we reached the 37th floor, we walked down a hallway until he stopped four doors down and pulled a key from his pocket to unlock a door. “Come, Isabel. I want to show you something.” Placing his hand on my lower back, he guided me inside the apartment.