Jenna Dewan Essays

When things happen and I don’t know why, I start to wonder. I wonder if some person on this earth knew these things were going to happen or somehow set them up. I wonder if these things are stoppable. “BEEP BEEP” the bus goes when we drive into the parking lot. Through the windows, I feel the cool snow breathing on my neck. “Here we are! Loveland Ski Resort,” Mr. Dugan, the bus driver shouted across the intercom. My friends and I heard the sound of the emergency brake being set, and we hopped