It’s Thanksgiving morning and I see the sun shining outside. I spent the night over my aunt’s house to help prepare Thanksgiving dinner. But when i woke up, I smelled food, I could not believe that my aunt had already started cooking. As I got out of bed, I heard people talking and pots and pans banging.
Chapter One: ~Gerald PoV~ Everyday I wonder, what 's my life would be like if I wasn 't a mafia boss. Sometimes I laugh at the thought. I knew in my mind what type of person I would 've been if I wasn 't in the mafia.
It is a challenge because of her and how she act she does behavior that much and when we are in our room and we had a bunk bed and when she was mad she would go on the top because that was her bed and I had the bottom. So it was so hard to deal with her and she is older than me but she act younger than me. One of my challenge is sharing a room with my sister and her name is Marcie Fuentes.
I walk over to Nora 's cozy chair, and sit down. The bottom of the chair has a slight bump, stand back up, and put my hand on the cushion. I feels hard, as if there 's something hiding underneath it. I take a chance and lift up the chair cushion, to see if there is indeed anything hiding under there. In the middle of the frame of the chair.
I was going through boxes looking for something, anything that would help me finish this project. My teacher just handed out an essay that we have to do on the history of a family member . My Dad told me if we have anything it would be in the trunk upstairs, but there were only trinkets in the trunk. I resorted to scavenging through the boxes in the attic. I gave up after finding nothing except a picture of some man sitting on a pony.
Swan Dives Are More Graceful Morning was like death in Montana, most often avoided and never pleasant when it arrived. My skin seemed to freeze to the already frosty nylon of my sleeping bag and all the goose down that lay inside felt clumped together like a flock of frozen geese would if it were stuffed in a nylon sac. The first light of morning crept through the weathered tarp that draped the pole shack. The light then pleasantly began burning “Good Morning” on my retinas, something to this day I have trouble looking past.
The beginning of my story was on August 21, 2001, the day I was born. I was walking by the time I was one. On April 2, 2003 my little brother Skyler was born. In the summer of 2005 my dad taught me how to ride a bike. When I was 5 I lost my first tooth.
I wake up in a closet. I don’t remember how I got here. The last thing I remember is being at Claire Brandon’s sleepover. It was pitch black; I put my hand on the ice-cold, bare walls, trying to look for a light switch.
Hera Half of the sky is black. Much of the world is covered by the shadow of the thing. In some places, night time lasts hours and hours, as its shadow passes by in the morning, casting darkness over the sky. Sometimes we have darkness in the middle of the day, it depends Each day, the darkness gets longer as the thing gets closer. I worry about it.
The Voice Behind the Phone I walked into the back door of a stone house. Accompanied by my parents and younger sibling. I did not recognize my surroundings, the people, nor recall a reason for my presence. The smell of fresh mud and ashes ran up my nose, an unfamiliar environment.