Biography Of John Is Being Nice Me, And That 's Weird. Weird Is Bad

It was a regular day, but something felt different. I woke up brushed my teeth, washed my face, and ate some Captain Crunch Cereal, the best in the world. My mom walks in the kitchen and cries out “Jay you’re going to be late, get your things you need, so when the bus arrives you can run out the door”. I’m young

You shoot up from your warm bed. You rub the sleep from your eyes and glance at the clock, which strikes 6:10. It seems as though your heart skips a beat. The cozy blankets try to keep you enthralled in their warm grasp as you jump from their reach. The bus to Buffalo leaves in twenty minutes and you should’ve woken up an hour ago. You frantically toss on your oversized sweatshirt and leggings and race to the kitchen, in hope that you have time to sneak a quick bite to eat. As you run in, you see that your mother has made you two slices of toast, crisp and crunchy, spread with a thick layer of creamy, melted butter. While running around the house, munching on the perfectly toasted bread, you quick grab your swimsuit and bag, which

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for exactly as long as it took to get his parents off his back, and then he would go

Got I really hope he has some green jasmine. I doubt it. I can hear him calling me into the kitchen to choose my tea. “Green jasmine?” “sure, thank you.” thank god. As he boiled the water I began to look around the kitchen. I picked up a salt shaker, and before I knew it his hands were around my wrist and the the blood was rushing through his veins, turning his face bright red. Fear engulfed me, but manners come first. Wanting to run through the door, I don't move. “Sorry” I don't respond. “You can sit down in the living room” without a word I go and take a seat. In 2..3..4 out 2..3..4, I feel my breath echo in my lungs. It’s as if he hasn't let go of my wrists. It feels like his hands are grasping my neck. In two, three, four. Out two, three, four. I’ll just tell him I only have a few minutes because I’m going out to dinner with my dad and he’ll be waiting on me. Within a few minutes He brings out my tea. His vibes begin to feel dark. I reach for the cup, and without asking, he grants me permission to touch the piece of fabricated porcelain. I want to tell him that I need to leave, but for some reason all my thoughts slip

I woke up in my comfortable bed and walked downstairs. I walked to the door that leads outside and opened it. I could smell the fresh air of the country. It has been a week since I moved from New York. I use to live in a crowded suburb in New York City where I couldn’t smell the fresh air. Now that I moved to South Carolina with my wife and two children, I think my life is taking a turn for the better. I live right on the coast, so I also get an excellent view of the ocean from my porch. I continued to breath the fresh air for a while longer. After about five minutes of standing there, I went inside and closed the door. The rest of my family was still upstairs sleeping. I went to the kitchen and started to cook breakfast. The smell of freshly

“Connor, mom and I are going to make breakfast without dairy for you in about 15 minutes. We’ll need to leave our house at noon since we need to be there by 1:00 P.M.,” my dad claimed. After knowing this, I got a glass of refreshing ice water, went into my family room, and I took my usual spot on our couch to watch some television. I knew I was nervous, but I didn’t want that to conquer my success. Once I was settled in, my siblings came stampeding into the family room.

Mother and I agree to make Oreo cupcakes, candy kabobs, m&m cookies, chocolate chip cookies, and trail mix. I had to work that afternoon and wouldn’t arrive home until nine at night, but mom wasn’t going to start with out me. I got off work smelling like pizza dough, and exhausted, but I knew I had work to be done for the bake sale. While mom was baking the Oreo cup cakes I was putting together candy kabobs. My gloves where all gooey from positioning all the gummy candy on the fondue stick, and my fingers where aching from the twist ties that where used hold the bags together. The good thing was the whole house was full of over whelming smells of cupcakes, cookies, candy, and icing. Finally, my mom and I finished, so we got everything packed up and prepared for the morning of the bake sale. I couldn’t wait to go to bed. We arrived early at seven in the morning to arrange the booth. The booth looked amazing, I just wanted to eat everything that was on the table. When all the booths were ready to go, families began approaching the booth buying our baked goods. The children really enjoyed the candy kabobs. All the kids were walking around with gummy, sticky faces, and kept returning to buy more. Those sold out fast! From eight o’clock a.m. to four o’clock in the afternoon, I stood on my feet trying to get folks to come over and contribute

Today was another tough day. It is cold and windy outside and we do not have enough money to keep the heating system running. I guess I am lucky to still have my ripped winter coat…right... but whatever I have, I know I have to be grateful for. Mother and father have taught me and George very well. Even though he is still very young at the age of 8, he has great manners. I’m still a very stubborn young girl and get a lot of punishments for my sarcastic behavior, but I usually don’t think much of it because I’m not that bad and mother and father are too kind to give me horrible punishments. I may be a “rebellious teenager going through a phase” as my mom always says but not a bad kid. Back to

His train was set to come in three minutes. The train ride was set to take about five hours. He would get there when it was dark.

The next morning I woke up and got breakfast ready. It was my sons first day of college. He is going to a very fancy school which I can’t remember the name. Nancy and I are driving him to school today for the orienteering. After we ate breakfast we were off. It was a relatively long drive and Jack Jr. was texting his friends the whole time.

It was a typical Wednesday morning. I was getting ready for school and I was going to be wearing my very authentic shoes that I bought from Nordstrom. Today was going to be an amazing day because my family said we could go hiking after school. So I got ready and head downstairs to eat my breakfast. Today I had pancakes with some strawberries on the side. I ate my breakfast with delicacy because I just got my braces but I was so hungry, I basically devoured all my food. Then the time 7:45 am beeped on my watch which meant it was time for me to head to school. I picked up my backpack and catched the bus.

When I woke up, it was already 10:00. Too late. Grabbing a donut off the counter, I walked outside to Mike’s house. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got there. At least 2 dozen people were milling around, waiting for instructions. My instructions. Pulling Mike aside, I let him know what was on my mind

Last week I was feeling a little down, because I have yet to really get settled in here at State. On Friday though I was feeling particularly happy because my boyfriend, Reed, was coming to visit me. Considering the fact that my family and Reed are my whole world, it has been extraordinarily hard for me to adjust here. While he was here in Starkville, he and I went to eat breakfast together at Denny’s, shop for groceries, and spent some time alone. Denny’s was overflowing with people, but the staff members were still friendly and efficient. Even though we ended up spending approximately two hours in Denny’s because of the crowd, it did not really matter because we were together. After getting groceries and hanging out around campus, we went

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