Amelia The Kid

Here today, gone tomorrow and never to be seen again. Thousands of people go missing each year in the United States, leaving behind mysteries without any clues. People disappear into what seems like thin air without a trace as to why they disappeared. In some cases, the person that disappeared is eventually found either alive or dead. Whether it is a year after the person went missing or fifty years after. Some families of a disappeared person finding out that their loved one is dead and knowing what happened to them is better than never finding them and constantly wondering about them. This is the story of Amelia Simmons who disappeared without a trace, leaving behind no clues as to why she disappeared or any clues to what had happened to

Not only does this make her feel sane, but she's also overwhelmed with joy because she is seeing her best friend. Amelia ask Matthew he killed himself, and he says he didn't, not willingly at least. Proving that everyone

I am currently reading the book Reconstructing Amelia by Kimberly McCreight, and I am on page 99. So far the story is about the daughter, Amelia, who was either pushed or jumped of the roof of her school, Grace Hall. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Baron. But your daughter, Amelia, is dead” (McCreight 19). The only thing left behind was a one-word note written on the wall saying, “sorry”. The mother, Kate, is busy with her work as a lawyer and never had time for her daughter, only late nights when she got home. So she never got time to talk to Amelia about what was going on in her school life. Her death was so sudden it struck Kate in the most emotional ways I can connect with, visualize and question.

I find myself connecting to Janie. All the things she has gone through or done reminds me of my life; an evolution

All those years that have passed, as I remember the girl who walked to class every morning in High school. I remember every day I got to see her, in the morning. I put on my awkward smile to briefly engage in paradigm fantasy. I was noticed even if presumed as a ghost walking through the hallways and counting my steps until I await the escape to my cave at home. Four years of brutal awakenings and isolation, that I would not get the girl, that kept me awake

One’s ability and need to love reflects the sole purpose of being human, it begins at birth and carries on throughout adolescent years and adulthood, but when one experiences an inability to express their love and gratitude for a person, it takes an incredibly terrible toll on his/her mental and emotional stability resulting in depression. The feeling of depression emerges from the low spirits and loss of hope and courage accompanying a person, and while each case of depression varies in effect, the movie, The babadook, expresses its severe control and detrimental power over a person, and the extreme coping measures. In the movie The Babadook, depression abruptly takes control of the life of the main character, Amelia, by creating an alter

She has been around for as long as I can remember and we remain close. Our relationship also serves as a reminder that people change and are in constant state of flux. We truly did not get along for the first several years, but her presence remained constant. She has always been there for me. We text every once and awhile when we have important or exciting news but otherwise we spend a lot of time catching up with each other, but it works for us. She has helped me form opinions and my own world view. Amelia pushes me to try new things, and I ground her veto her more outrageous ideas. She also represents for me a different version of intelligence. She isn’t as academically inclined as me, but she loves sports and is very extroverted. She is people person and it makes her easy to get along with, and that in combination with our long shared history means that she and I have a special way of communicating. With few words we can convey an entire spectrum of emotions and we understand each other perfectly. Our lives are also very different, we are almost a window into a different version of life for each other. She talks about parties and sports and her constant interactions with friends and other people, and I provide logical relationship advice. I will talk about new philosophical theories I have learned about, and what is going on with me, and she will offer a more emotional perspective that I hadn’t considered. We balance each other out in

The title of the movie is “Something About Amelia.” That something, is the case that a father has been forcing his daughter, Amelia, to have sexual intercourse with him for almost two years. “Something About Amelia” revolves around a typical, middle-class family named the Bennetts. The father, Steven, is your classic white-collar worker and honest-looking man. The mother, Gail, is a working mom. It is apparent in the beginning of the film, that Steven and Gail have reach a standstill in their marriage and a decline in sexual fulfillment.

When I was little, I was very shy around new people. I usually only showed who I actually was around my family. I didn’t have a friend who I could be myself around, they were usually just friends who I would play with at recess. That was until everything changed, and I moved across the town of Derby.

Gone. Everything gone. My childhood faded, my dreams jaded, and my innocence traded. Friends turned away laughing as I asked myself, “What had just happened?” Acting my way through it all I knew something good

As I have gotten older, some of the introversion has faded to a certain extent, but it is still present. Through my job as a Special Education Teacher, I have had to overcome a majority of my introversion so I can effectively do my job. On any given day, I will have to speak to not only my students but also the office staff, coworkers, and possibly some of the children’s parents. Conversation goes both ways, so to be successful at my job; I would have to be willing to be open and communicate with others more. I also have to realize that I need to make the first step sometimes. Not everyone is going to come to me; there are times I am going to have to go to others.

For the majority of my life, I had been shy, even though it didn’t seem like it most of the time, I was scared to death when I met new people. I know that it sounds extremely trivial, but I feel that when you first meet someone, you’re ultimately giving them their first impression of yourself and that is a lot of pressure. It seemed almost certain that I would lead a life of being a social wallflower until March 2017, more specifically, March 28th, 2017. This day was and still is important to me because I learned how to be confident, and through my experience, it taught me something that I will hold onto forever. Prior to this day, I was an extremely introverted person and rarely went out of my way to make friends. As a volunteer at day

I was not always a social and outgoing individual and I considered myself unlucky in life. I never stood out and did not have enough confidence to attempt to

My mom told me that my extroversion became apparent in one specific situation. My family and I were at the beach for our annual beach trip and I was making sandcastles. There was another little girl near us who was also playing in the sand. My mom told me that I walked over to the little girl and just sat down and started playing with her, at one point she asked, “can we be friends?” my response was, “I thought we were already friends.”

It didn’t take my long to grow out of that shy and quiet girl I was at the beginning. The reason behind me breaking out of my shell, fear. I believe in fear. Not the kind of fear that they show on horror movies or the kind that makes you wonder if you are going to get pulled off your bed by something if your leg happens to hang over the edge. I am talking about fear for myself. Fear that I would never be able to accomplish my goals in high school or that I wouldn’t live up to my older brother who was able to snag a full ride to college. I feared waking up and realizing I didn’t have enough friends or wasn’t fun enough. Most of all, I feared letting myself down as well as my family.