A Braided Narrative

At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint

“Alright get in.” Blaise told us. He drove Camie back to her car so she could drive there with us. We made our way out of the parking lot and close to where Josie was parked, by the soccer field. Josie was making her way out of that parking lot by the time we got there, so we followed her. Blaise kept honking at her and speeding towards her as a joke. There was music blaring throughout the whole car ride until we reached Taco Bell. When we got there, we all got out and went

The air was warming up our part of the state Kansas City , I wasn't thinking . I stopped for a second I felt a cold breeze in my face , the wind was blowing at a slow pace it was warm but yet cold . I went inside , where the tv was already turned out . On the table there was a cup of Starbucks , with French toast . Someone was in here , in my own house , and since I was in the cabin , which was ten miles away from my house . I didn't notice who entered my house . I grabbed a baseball bat , set the keys down on the table and went to the living room . On the couch I found my friend, maylee . " What are you doing here maylee ?" I asked . She was just laying down eating a bag of lays , like any other white girl would . Ummm no wonder the Starbucks on the table .

I couldn’t sleep. I looked at my somewhat dim, water powered alarm clock, wondering what time it was. 7:43. Way early. Despite being awfully comfortable, I got up, figuring I was just hungry. As I walked the the kitchen, I pondered about my snack. Carrots and orange juice usually is the best choice. ( This is actually a good midnight snack! You should try it! ) I made it to the fridge. As I opened it, I took in the cold air against my warm, cozy fur. Then I realized, that I was sweating. I dropped the blanket I had wrapped around me. Much better. I grabbed my carrots and orange juice, dragged the blanket behind me and took my time getting back to my room. I hopped onto the bed with my snack in hand, and turned on the TV with the remote. The button let out a quiet ‘click!’ as I pushed the smooth, plastic button, before the TV turned on.

When I woke , I ran downstairs to make some breakfast. Nobody was home at the time. After I ate I grabbed my phone and speaker, and ran to my room to do some tumbling.

Go back to a time, when smart phones, and laptop were as thick history textbooks. To a time when a whole gallon of gas cost a little more than a dollar. The year is 1998 and in this year I was born. I was given to a very loving mother and father, that with their extraordinary love gave me the unextraordinary name of David. I grew up in the wonderful city of El Paso, Texas.

I was always thought of the “good” child, the one that can’t do no wrong. It was a late, cold, foggy Saturday night and the homecoming game just ended. Everyone is yelling “GEAUX DEVILS” repeatedly, pumped and ready to be life of the party. I asked friends to drive me home so I could try to get my mom to let me go out tonight. I got home to my mama who was in her bed wearing her pink gown and her dark brown hair wrapped up. Before I could even ask her to go out she told me to go get ready for bed. I hesitated and asked her about going to the party. She told me “If you don’t have a ride, then no.” I didn’t have a license at the time so driving myself was a “no no”. How will I get there? I thought about how lame I would be if I didn’t go to the party. Then it hit me. WHICH TOPIC QUESTION ARE YOU RESPONDING TO? SEND AN EMAIL TO LET ME KNOW--

I woke up to a loud-wailing scream of sirens. The sirens of the police cars and ambulance always wakes me up in the morning; it’s a tradition. Instead of getting out of bed I just lay there knowing that if I get up I’ll have to face the reality of life. I got up anyway knowing I would have to get up sooner or later. The dark wood floors were freezing. I felt like it was winter and I had just got stuck in the snow. I ran over to my drawers and quickly took out one pair of fluffy socks. I put them on at the same rate I took them out and let out a sigh of relief once I was

“Falling down is an accident, staying down is a choice.” I believe this quote helps me understand the true meaning and purpose of getting back up again.

When I think of the world being unified as one, I don't think of the world being unified as one race. I have never thought if we as people can be described as one race. However, I believe we as people can be described as one race. In the 3 stories I read, I learned about how different yet alike people are to each other. There is a reason why the term “human race” is used.When I think of race, I don't think of black,white,hispanic, or any term to describe someone. I don't think of these terms to divide one person from another.

impressed when I insist on checking all the urns for gold, but they don’t say anything, I just hear them muttering, when I find something important they will eat humble pie.

My Family and I were at home eating dinner. After dinner I told my mom that I had left something on top of the mountain, so she said “‘go up to get it Mary. But she didn’t want me to go alone so I went to go see if my friend was home but he wasn’t so I disobeyed my moms rules and went up by myself anyway. And it was starting to get dark so I had to get the base fast but I couldn’t find it. Now it was really dark and 2 hours had already passed and I couldn't my way off the mountain because it was so dark. And with my luck my phone died so I couldn’t call anyone for help, so I just started walking and walking after a little bit I realized I was getting nowhere so again I walked eventually I just fell and went to

I woke up in my soft memory foam bed to my parents bustling around the house trying to get prepared for the big day. Below me I hear book covers scraping across the fabric of the bags they were placed inside of, and dishes clanging against each other down in the kitchen. I reluctantly rolled out of bed to join my busy family. I sulked across the wood floors, down the stairs and into the red Mazda waiting outside to transport me to the hospital. As I waited for my parents to join me in

It was the morning, Devi woke up late and was trying to get dressed. She was freaking out a bit and stuffed her face with her breakfast. She looked at herself in the mirror and her curly hair was a mess, she didn't care and ran. To the front of the house saying good bye to her family members. She saw the bus waiting and she waved as it started to leave, she realized she didn't have her backpack. Devi ran inside and back to the bus. She sat in a seat and leaned forward to catch her breath. The girl sitting next to her smiled and said "You were a mess out there." Devi turned around and laughed, "yeah, i woke up with five minutes to spare. It was crazy." She shook her head. "It sucks cause my parents had a huge, delicious diner waiting for me-" "That's awesome!" The stranger replied. "There was such good food waiting for me, but i missed it!" "Wow! If only my parents did that for me, I'd be up on time every morning. What's your name?" "Devi. What's yours?" "Marielle. What grade are you in? I'm a senior." "Me too. I already like you, hopefully we have classes together." "That's a bold statement. What if I'm evil."Marielle gave Devi a menacing look. "No way. I mean look at your outfit."

Katelynn pried her eyes open. Where was she? The room was almost pitch black. Slivers of moonlight peeked through the blinds and illuminated the floor, just enough for her to see clothes piled up. Clothes. Where were her clothes? How had she wound up on the floor? And why wouldn’t that awful noise shut up? Noise. That was her phone! She crawled across the floor, sliding her hand under the bed, under the shirts, the jeans. Jeans. Wait, were those her jeans? Yes! She pulled them closer and ran her hand through the pockets. No phone. She bit her lip and looked around, her eyes had adjusted a little. She made out the outline of a recliner and started towards it. She remembered now, sort of, hadn’t she been sitting on that recliner last night? A deep snore from the bed caused startled her. She soundleslly stood up and looked at the bed. She saw the silhouette of a man’s body under a sheet. She slid her jeans on quietly. The phone started ringing again. She spied the light of it shining from the corner of the recliner. Her memory hadn’t been wrong, she had been sitting there at some point last night. She dug between the smooth leather back and seat cushion.