Dawn began to show itself. The sky was filled with a blood red glow. An eerie sunrise fit for today I think to myself. The sun begins to shine through the rusted bars of a jail cell. It reeks of misery. Neighbors that I have known are in here with me. Others were fellow churchgoers who would not harm a fly. They all sat there, terrified at what is to come. A baby cries in the arms of a stranger. His mother was hanged the day before. Death would come and take his life today. John Proctor and Elizabeth, was a couple who lived two or three plantations away from me, were comforting each other. There were tears in Elizabeth’s eyes. Her husband would be hanged today. I look to the sky as it were last my last. Admiring the world for the last time, I accept my fate.
Being apart of the Girard soccer team is one of the best decisions I have ever made. It was more than just playing soccer, this lead to friendships and sort of a second family. I still keep in touch and still friends with most of my old teammates who have graduated. I’m friends with certain people, who I thought I would never be friends with. These friendships would not have occurred with the help from being on the team.
If someone looked up the Ashley Lieberg born on September 25, 1992, they would not find her. Actually, no one would find any record of her before 2011. The reason for this is simple. Ashley Lieberg is Jordan Lieberg. In 2011, my male cousin Jordan came to the realization that he was a girl in a boy’s body. Through a sex change Jordan became Ashley Lieberg. Now I have a female cousin named Ashley Lieberg. I will never forget the twenty-four hours after I found out.
For the past five years I have dedicated my life to soccer, and school, of course. This time of my life has consisted of driving an hour and forty-five minutes to and from Virginia Beach, Virginia, as well as getting the least amount of sleep anyone could think of. Since I was a little girl I have always had a dream to play soccer in college and proudly represent my school. Well, that dream is finally becoming a reality, but so is becoming an adult. Every year I always asked myself “Why do I keep doing this?” but I am quick to reminds me that I have a dream to fulfill and that's what keeps me going, and to make myself and my mom proud. My mother is a single mom with two jobs, she has managed to push me in every way possible when it comes to
My sophomore year of high school was my second year on the junior varsity soccer team. I was disappointed at first for having not made the varsity team when so many girls I grew up with and had played travel soccer with had made it as freshman and sophomores. A few days after tryouts my coach pulled me aside to speak with me. She told me that she wanted to have a team captain, which she had never done before because she was against the idea, and that she wanted me to be the one to hold that title and responsibility. I was thrilled. Throughout the season, our team had some struggles. Episodes of unnecessary drama would occur but they would be shut down immediately through discussion. My co-captain and I worked hard at building chemistry between our girls. We understood that good communication was the key to success and that our talents as soccer players could only take us
And before Anders had a chance to reply to the question a distressed call came in. “all units, there are a group of friendlies at the Mall by Paragon Street.” Reaching out and taking control of the mic, Rachel said “this is unit four, we are in route.” A confused voice came
My disordered soul did things to my body that I cannot imagine doing to myself now. I deserted myself in my room and survived in the dark. Devouring only my sorrows and gulping my tears silently. You were a heartbreaking blood sucker that intoxicated me with stages of the yellow fever. First, you infected my mind with your smile and the way you talked to me. Second, you hid these emotions deep in my brain that I actually saw past them. Last, when I least expected it you silently appeared out of the blue and poisoned me. My emotions played games on my heart and I was unaware of anything that was happening around me. I just felt heartbroken at first because it was so sudden and I was in denial.
Just as Mrs. Fadden stormed out of the heavily guarded entrance to the VVIP room, Aeryn was walking in. Of course she would have some strong words and more than likely was going to blame him for her parents arguing. He had a thought to make a run for it, but her father would only have his security drag him back. With no other choice, but to weather the storm that was about to rain down on me, I just relaxed and waited for my ears to bleed. I took a calming breath and told myself it would be all over soon. I would have my life back, and never have to put up with her mother looking to… Aeryn rushed up to me, wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me. What the hell!
I can’t believe that my teacher is making me do this. I mean it’s spring break, and I have to write in a stupid journal while I just want to be reading books. Max tells me that I shouldn’t complain. He told me that he wrote almost a whole book before. I want to believe him, but I think he’s lying..
My group of friends is very diversified, consisting of many ethnicities, ages, and religions. At first we came together for Fantasy Football not knowing what to expect. Nobody knew we would end up very close. Since the start of our league, we have had our up and downs but we always manage to end up with smiles on our faces. What more could I ask for, I am very lucky to have such great
It all started on a sunny September morning at my house when Maylani an Bella hugged me like we live 200,00 miles part or something. Then Maylani squealed, "Hey Ariana!" wearing her comfortable Crocs. Bella waved and smiled with her beautiful dimples on her cheeks. I told them to come in while my mom gets her purse. we waited forever just to get her purse. She then came out and we all hopped in the Ford Explorer. Maylani shouted, "Hey Mrs.Varela" "Hello Maylani," my mom answered back. Bella and I chuckled so hard we couldn 't stop.