I am not a heinous person by nature but if I have to, but I can be rude. First off, I don’t know you personally, but I’ve heard of you. Also, no, I’m not good because sometimes life is really horrible, and currently it sucks. Yes, I’m a mess, but I can throw myself together and get through the day. I understand how difficult losing someone close to you is, but I don’t deserve to be guilt tripped by you. I didn’t make any hateful comments about you because I don’t know who you are Abby. Your name was mentioned twice. I said and I quote (because I wrote it), “I wrote that part in the beginning of October because I was incredibly hurt when I found out your new best friend, Abby, was moving or going to Webb.” I also said,
It was a cold, snowy day. Jakey, Scott and I got ready to go to school. Jakey was 17, I was 14, and scott was 20. Jakey and I had to go to school while our dad was dropping off Scott for a College interview for MIT. We didn’t take the bus that day because of how cold it was at the bus stop, so our dad drove us to school. On the way to school, Jakey and I got into a friendly argument on who would win that nights hockey game. It was The Jets vs Wild game. The Wild were Jakeys favorite team and the Jets were mine. “The Jets are extremely bad, there is no way they will beat the Wild”, he said. The argument got heated and I accidentally kicked the back of my dad seat hard. The roads were extremely icy and we went flying into the ditch. I would regret that moment for the rest of my life. *****
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.
One of the most rememberable things in my life with nature is I killed my first deer. Early in the morning me and my dad got ready to go and we headed out in the woods. I was so tired. But when we got there me and my dad went through the trails. The grass was tall and bright green.My dad set some corn out to lurer the deer in with. Then we went to go sit down against a tree. The tree was tall and dark brown. We got all settled down and ready to wait for a deer to come. We waited for maybe 1-2 hours during this time the birds were chirping and the sun was rising. I was so tired I was trying to sleep.
It was an early December morning. The roads were slick with a thin layer of ice. The air was crisp with a winter chill and there was a slight drizzle falling from the sky. I was riding in my dad’s truck to my grandma’s, who babysat me while my parents were at work. My little brother Kaden was also with us. At the time I was four and Kaden (my brother) was 4 months. The day started off normal, Kaden was sleeping as usually and I was looking out the window watching raindrops race each other. At that moment I remember feeling happy and content just ready to drift off to sleep, when Suddenly the tires started Squealing. My mind was then cast into a sea of darkness that seem to have no escape.
Crash! Boom! BANG! There was a huge storm in the area. The tornado warnings were on TV. The wind was picking up, and the lightning bolts started flashing. There were great rolls of thunder. The house was shaking and the trash was blowing away outside. Then our family had to go through something we had never experienced before.
As we walked down to the river, the birds were making a whistling noise, and it was quite annoying because the birds were so loud Will and I could barely hear each other. When we were walking down to the river on a rock that was on the path was a famous quote from Muhammad Ali and it was about the river and it said “Rivers, Ponds, Lakes, and Streams - they all have different names, but they all contain water. Just as religions do - they all contain truths.” While we were getting closer to the river the birds got so loud and if there was mute button to mute the birds I would have the moment I saw that button because they sounded like there was a train coming through the river. So have you ever heard of a river well a
December 11, 2013. Around 5:00 I was sleeping in my bed, but then eventually my dad came thought the door the door followed with a bang. The bang woke me up my dad said get up get somethings where going to the hospital, I was up and I out of my bed as if I was in the Military. Then out the door, but my dad had to go back to lock the door, then to the Hospital where my mom was. We were at the hospital, but we walk like a snail into the hospital because it was icy you couldn’t see the ground because of the snow with the cold air blowing in my face, my dad said my nose was red and my eyes were watering so he held my face against his big brown winter coat he wore for work. We entered the hospital I could feel the warm air in my face, then my dad slowly moved my head away from his coat.
I was putting my Halloween costume on when I heard something moving in my closet. I turn to the closet door half dressed with a curious look on my face. In my mind, it being Halloween, I thought I was just hearing things or my little brother was playing a prank on me. I walk out the door to my room, down the stairs and as I was about to walk out the front door my father caught me, “Where are you going?” he asked “Out, it’s Halloween I’m going to go trick-or-treating” I replied “No you are not you’re grounded”, “What? Why?” “Your grades mister until you can pick them up you can go out and do whatever, until then you are to stay in this house” I clinched my teeth together “Yes sir” I replied “If mom was here she’d let me go” I mumbled “What did you say?” dad asked “I said if mom was here she would let me go” “Well your mom isn’t here, is she?” “Yeah because of you, you left mom it’s your fault she’s not here, you lazy bum, all you ever did was go to the bar and drink every day, the only reason you have a job now is because mom isn’t here to support us.” “Go to your room” “Why because I’m right” “ I said GO TO YOUR ROOM, NOW! AND DON’T COME OUT” I ran up the stairs enter my room and slammed the door behind me. I lay on my bed, tears rolling down my face looking at an old photo of my mom, my dad knocks on the door and enters the room, “Are you ok?” he asks looking at the tears rolling down my cheeks, “You miss her don’t you?” I nodded my head “I do too son I think about her
We went outside and looked into the streets, the buildings had gaping holes in them mostly at
I drove my cousin back to our house and went back to the memorial service. When I arrived the service was almost over so I just went back to my seat and waited. After the memorial service I went to my cousin and I’s house. When I got there my cousin was watching a news report that said he had been spotted at the memorial service. My first reaction was to get out of town, but then I thought that if I left town than the police would suspect me of killing Christy. They already suspected me a little because I knew so much detail about how the murder was executed. My cousin and I decided to stay low, I would leave the house only when one of us needed something. Three weeks had passed and we thought that we were in the clear. Then the policeman,
Hi, I’m Ben Fischer, but everyone that I know knew me as Andrew Brawley…or Drew. I’m not your typical teenage boy who went to school and had a lot of friends. That’s not me. You see, I was supposed to die that night instead of my parents and my sister, Cady. But I survived instead. So now I live in a hospital. I don’t know where this hospital actually is since I haven’t left the hospital in many, many years. I work in the cafeteria with my friend Arnold, he gave me this job and pays me under the counter since I legally can’t work there.
I was about 10 years old when I went in my second haunted house ever in Dubuque, Iowa. It was a huge building made out of dark wood and metal. Although it’s appearance was scary, I wasn’t very scared because I went to one in Clear Lake, and I didn’t get scared at all. In fact, I felt brave because my 8 year-old brother, Zack, was scared and I wasn’t. Zack was taking it way too literally as he always did. He was coming up with elaborate conspiracies about the people in the haunted house, and the haunted house itself. It was a long wait for the house, but all of Zack’s talking and excitement filled up that time well. I just was feeling good about myself, and thinking about how this haunted house wouldn’t be scary at all.
We found a new exit but we haven't been there so it was new to us so we took the chance and went that way. It had a sign and it had read “ look out for animals such as deers “. But i thought they had noticed it but no , i was wrong. I was looking out the window and saw little deers playing , they were so adorable but then suddenly a big elder deer came running onto the street while my dad was on his phone checking the gps , i had yelled “ dad watch out “ , he turned the steering wheel round and round me and jill only had our seatbelts on but moms and dads broke. The car was going in circles and we stopped by the car getting crashed into a big tree. The problem was the car had crashed by the front of the car. I looked over at jill she had s few cuts because of the window being broken but then i had seen something i never ever wanted to see , my parents they , they were covered with blood i had shaken jill and told her mom and dad had cuts and covered in blood. She had taken off her seatbelt and checked for there pulse but then she had looked at me and shook her head