Baile Ever: A Short Story

In the summer James practiced with his dad and sometimes with his friends. James loved playing with dad. They would play every day and would never miss a game. Their favorite team is the Dallas Cowboys. James was born in Dallas and lived in Dallas his whole life. His dad always gave him tips and lessons. The Morgan’s had always been having trouble with money. James’ dream is to play in the NFL and help his parents with money issues. Summer flew by and college was starting soon. On his way to his friend’s house, his dad’s friend from work came over and had news, bad news. He said that his dad got in a bad car accident and is paralyzed from the

Lewis is a twelve-year-old boy who comes from nothing. He rides his bike six miles to go back and forth to school everyday. He comes home after school to an empty house because his father is in jail for selling drugs and his doesn’t know who his mother is. He wears broken down shoes that have holes everywhere and clothes that are to small to fit his body. Cara is a six-year-old girl who has have been diagnosed with stage two lung cancer. She just finished her second round of chemotherapy and still has one more to go. All her life her dream was to be a cheerleader. In 2016 The Hobe Sound Ravens football league will have it’s first year with a cheerleading program with Cara as the captain of the cheer team. Our mission is take innocent children

Annie Dillard’s purpose of An American Childhood is that we must give all of our effort, courage, and concentration in every situation of our lives. The paragraph about football is a prime example of this. Dillard explains how in order to succeed in football you have to go into every play wholeheartedly. She also talks about the incident with throwing the snowballs at an adults vehicle. While running from the man Dillard describes how alive she felt in that moment and that it gave her such happiness. She put all the effort she had into running away from that man and it gave her a sense of satisfaction. She states that she did not regret it one bit. It was one of the moments in her life that made her feel most alive.

“Do I really want to keep risking everything for this game”, “How could I possibly deal with a death on my team if I started coaching”. This introspection soon leads to other thoughts such as “Why do I play?”. And I start to piece it all together, in elementary school Football was the cool thing to do, especially in Texas, and my love for it began then, and from that point forward the dream was always to make it to the NFL. That’s when it would all pay off in my head, which is often the truth, but since only 1.6% of college football players make it to the NFL it rarely pays off.

Nevertheless, we thought our lives were over, but, it was just the beginning. A new door always opens when you feel stuck because life always keeps on moving. New opportunities arise and both of us were ready for a change. Sometimes, people must leave your life for you and them to continue living. America Singer is a fiery, thoughtful soul who knows exactly what she wants and will do whatever it takes to get it. Throughout her life, she’s had to make tough decisions that affect other people’s lives. Whenever she had to make these decisions, she tried to protect as many people as she possibly could. Sometimes, she even risked her own life in hopes of protecting someone else. Whenever there’s a competition, she must always win and with my sports, I feel the exact same way. Of course, I’m a team player, being one of the two captains of my school’s volleyball team, but everyone needs to play as a team. There’s no way you can win a volleyball set by having one person on the court. With this same analogy, it’s not possible to rule over a kingdom with just a queen. Even when my teammates or I make a mistake, it’s always important to be encouraging to help them pick their heads back

It was three in the evening and Floyd, also known as, “Flo” waited patiently in Orleans Parish Central Lockup for his name to be called. He was waiting to be released on a DWI charge. The judge sentenced him to two years in state prison. Heavily intoxicated Flo lost control of his vehicle and crashed into another vehicle. That accident paralyzed him from the waist down and critically injured the woman driving the other vehicle. Now, it was finally time to go home. He knew no matter how long it took, he had to have patience or the Deputies would prolong his release. As he sat there, all he could think about was getting home to his daughter, Nikki and wife, Ariana. Two long years in jail and freedom was at his finger tips. Ariana would never bring

As a girl who had grown up in a house with three restless brothers, Christie Wisel has acquired the ability to stay patient and diligent in almost any situation. If she could handle being an only girl in a family of mostly men and teach herself what she had to do in order to succeed, she could do anything. It was in her hometown of Fairbanks, Alaska where she was quickly recognized as someone who was was going to go places in life. Throughout her years at West Valley High School, Christie was a standout student and had become a star when it came to athleticism. As a senior, she was captain of the team in all of the sports she played in and she had just received a “Student Athlete of the Year” award. Every student in the school looked up to her as their role model.

On my first encounter with Brittyn Sanders I thought she was the typical college cheerleader, but boy did she prove me wrong. Brittyn is down to earth and we both share a common ground when it comes to the love of cheer and having to stop that dream. She is talented at an extensive variety of different things, excluding cheer, and a very family oriented girl. Brittyn has countless strengths, weaknesses, and fears. Strengths dealing with school and the relationship with her friends, and weaknesses dealing with her lack of sleep. Her fears on the other hand have played a very important role in her life recently, Brittyn’s biggest fear almost set a barrier with her love for cheering.

As a child, I could be found doing one of three things: doing my schoolwork, playing sports, or watching professionals play these games. After I finished my homework during the weekend, my family would watch football games, then venture into the backyard to recreate any iconic moments. Third grade was the first time I could sign up for youth sports, and while most of my friends were signing up for volleyball or soccer, I decided I wanted to play football. My parents were initially apprehensive, but I was determined to play the sport I loved, even if it was flag football and not the “real” game. Before the first practice, we were told I was the only girl in the league that year, and I was asked if I was sure this was something I really wanted to do. As an eight-year-old, I was more concerned with playing than who I was playing

Eventually, finished were the movies, and the group decided to take a stroll about the mall, where Nicole informed her friends that she needed to travel towards the washroom. Little did they apprehend, that this would signify the last moment she would be seen. For the simplistic understanding, that she had been kidnaped that evening. For this purpose, the inhabitants of the town began searching day by day, however, they could not locate her anywhere. As a result, weeks went by and eventually a couple of lads over by the lake snaked up an ID of the teenager. In view of this, it denoted the first lead the police had discovered and remained ample for the jealous boyfriend of Nicole to perform an anonymous call to the police, framing Donte to

May Looke was sprawled on her bed texting her friend Jade, as any 13 year old would do. Since her bed was covered with magazines, she picked up the latest edition of COZMO Girl! and had started flipping through it when her phone buzzed. She managed to text back a single LOL right before her phone died. Crunch, crunch.

I managed to make very few promises in my lifetime. The majority of them were with my mother, her pleading eyes telling me to stray away from things that could "harm" me. Usually after the first week or so it was broken, and the guilt washed away in time, but when Ruby Ramirez made one with me I knew I would have to keep my word.

It takes months. Slaine isn't sure how many -- he stopped asking for the date when he realized it didn't matter. Instead, he watches the days bleed into night, never quite reaching that tomorrow in the distance. In the beginning, someone would tell him the date, tell him how long he'd been imprisoned, tell him something meant to rub salt in a wound that would never close anyway. These days, all those people are gone, traded off to a different job and replaced by people that Inaho handpicked.

She sobbed inconsolably when they incapacitated him with a Taser, strapped his hands to his body and then hauled him into a white van. She had a huge, long row with mom after that. Mom shouldn’t have believed of what other people think about him, and the report that he had attacked his classmate until his classmate suffered a concussion should never have led to this. But now that she had already been in the same room with him, she didn’t even have a chance to say a word. Something seemed to burden his mind, making him so distant and far. How can I reach him? Adie thought. How much she wanted to hug him and talked to him about small things, like her feeling.

The sun was shining and the day was warm, yet I felt dark and cold. I've been in this room for so long maybe months, maybe a year, I honestly couldn't tell you; there's no calender in this room. There's not even a couch or a rug or even a place to sit. It just a room with a half lit light bulb flickering, a small window that allows a sliver of light shining through and me, half clothed. I can barley remember the day I went missing, it feels like so long ago. See my mother and I were at the grocery store, and I really had to pee, so mother told me to find someone in a black shirt with the words “NoFrills” written in yellow and ask them to lead me to a bathroom. I couldn't read but I had seen these shirts for years as my mother has always shopped there. I found an older lady wearing the shirt mother had described to me.