Bubble Gum Is Wrong

Every afternoon, my mother would take my siblings and I down to the community park. It was a tradition of sorts. The leaves on the trees were brown, only days past Halloween. I sat under the dappled afternoon sun and played in the sand. On this particular day, however, a young girl approached me. Confused, I offered her a friendly smile but was, instead, greeted by the sand she kicked in my direction. Once my mother took notice of this, she came forward and placed a hand over the young girl’s leg without physically touching her. ”Stop,” she said. With this one word, the girl ran off. After a minute or so, an older woman approached my mother and I, with a string of curse words. It was the parent of the girl from earlier. Her husband attempted

All I had on my mind was that my little brother was falsely accused of vandalism. When I woke up and went to school the following morning, I immediately got called to the office. There I found Branden, Bryson, and Jack. They are football players that cause a lot of trouble . As soon as I walked in, Jack said; “Jake did it and you know it.” Me, knowing this wasn’t true, raised my voice and replied, “You’re a liar and don’t be accusing my brother of something you didn’t know he did! You and your friends probably did it!” At that point, the principal and resource officer pulled the three boys into the office. Soon after, another officer walked in the door. “Emiley, come with me please.” he said. Once we walked into his office, he had the tapes pulled up from that Friday night. “Which one is Jake?” he asked. I replied, “Jake isn’t in it.” While watching the tapes, I saw a blonde haired girl, she reminded me of Anna. I asked the officer, “Who’s that girl?” and he replied “I can’t tell you, is there any reason your brother might’ve done this? Vandalism may be an act of revenge, a way of expressing a political opinion, or a means of intimidation.” At this point, I was so annoyed I got up and walked out. As I left, I walked past the football players as they snickered and laughed. While I was walking back to class, my phone vibrated. My mom texted me saying, Your dad and I are on our way to

As kids, we were all warned about the basics. Call 911 for emergencies, tell an adult if someone touches you or even tell the teacher when someone says a bad word. But what happens when something happens to the last person you’d think it would happen to.. Yourself. Who could you actually turn to, and when the time struck, how would the words flow out to confess the crime done to you. Or even worse, would the words come out at all? “Can you tell me what happened exactly?” “It's okay to talk to us, we’re here to help you, not hurt you.” The words kept ringing in my head. But was it okay to talk to them? Speak of the unspeakable with people... people I didn't know, nor trust? Being so young I had no idea what was going on. As my heart was racing,

When my brother and I were waiting for our parents to pick us up we saw Jack causing some trouble for some other kid. “Hey fatty, hand over some food,” said Jack “I know you have some, you're too fat to not.” “Go away,” said the other kid. My brother told me “Stay here, I'll go sort things out.” He went over there and said, “What’s going on here?” “None of your business” Jack replied, “Bullying another student is against the rules,” my brother said “Fine” replied Jack. I saw my mom’s car so I yelled to my brother “Mom’s here!” and we left.

We chased each other in circles until our little legs could not run anymore, with our dad in view from the back porch. The day seemed as if it could never end. Everything was going great; this is until our mom came home. Now, I don’t know about you, but not listening to my mom has never ended with good results. As soon as her eyes beamed to the three of us in the yard, I know we were all in trouble. “Jaycee Sue, Jayden Harold, and Larry Wayne!” were the only words we needed to hear her yell before we ran inside, to her dungeon, aka the

Later that night, as I was falling asleep, I heard muffled voices outside of my bedroom door, and suddenly the door was kicked in by police officers. I jumped out of my bed and ran over to my oldest sister Christine. She held me and tried to shield me from what was happening. I glanced up from Christine’s chest and saw my Uncle in handcuffs and being frog marched out of our conjoining rooms. Then a female police officer walked over to us and in a soft, sweet voice she said “Everything will be alright,” then proceeded to guide us to the living room. We sat on the couch and the female officer turned the television on for us. Christine told me to try and get some sleep. I listened to her, and I didn’t wake up until the next morning.

SMACK! SMACK! POP! The teacher quietly pulls me out in the hall and ask if I have gum I sadly say yes, and I have to throw it away. I am going to try to make people able to chew bubble gum in class. What is really wrong with gum it’s not bad . People in our middle school or even elementary have probably been written up millions of times or have been told to throw it away a million times because they were chewing bubble gum. Bubble gum isn’t a crime so why should people have to throw away their store bought bubble gum that cost money. I think people should be able to chew bubble gum during class to take things out of you head that you don’t need to think about .

Keep in mind it was way past our curfew and Haley’s mom wasn't home for any of this. She was at her boyfriend Gary’s house having a “Movie night” but we knew what they planned on doing. We got a few blocks away from the house when i started to have a panic or something attack because I thought my parents would find out and I knew it was a gateway drug and how I shouldn't even be there. After a few blocks we finally hit the courthouse and see the boys standing

For a small daily item, bubble gum has been a popular and important invention that benefit America for years. So how does this minuscule piece of candy have such a big impact? Bubble gum is more of a therapy tool than anything else and has been lifting the American public since the Great Depression. Gum has been developed from the original pink bubble gum flavor to over hundreds of flavors that even go as far as to help people quit smoking. Since the 1920’s Bubble gum has benefit American by being a supporting item during WWII and The Great Depression and how it has become a useful medical tool.

Ellie and I lay in our beds, neither one of us knew what to say. In the other room, our host parents were arguing. We didn’t know what about, but we knew it was serious. Then we heard a “THWACK” followed by silence. Ellie and I sat up in our beds and looked at each other, I could tell she was as scared as I was. “Was that? Did he just?” she asked me. Then the arguing started back up again. We calmed back down until we heard it again. “THWACK” We knew then, the noise we heard, was him beating her. We got up, our hearts racing; neither of us knew what to do. We got our nerves together to go get help. When we opened the door to our room we saw the children sitting on the couch crying out for their mother. I could see the fear in their face and I knew something needed to change.

It was on a frigid, dark autumn night that I entered this wonderful world. November 13, 2000, the date, almost November 14th. My siblings had no idea that my name would be Clayton Wayne Griep, and that minutes before midnight on that night I was their brand new brother. A few days later I would leave that hospital in Zeeland, Michigan and be welcomed to my new house, at 4096 Marion St. in Hudsonville, Michigan. Two of my siblings were more than excited to see me, but one didn’t have any idea what was going on. Cam, who was not even a year old, unbeknownst to him, had a new roommate. Jordan, who was in the 2nd grade at the time, was eager to meet me, his eyes constantly locked on me. Jalen, using her newly found vocabulary, probably babbling

It all started when I was around the age of 11, when I thought that I killed my baby cousin. It started when she turned around 1 year old, and my uncle and aunt were visiting us from Nashville, Tennessee. We were all watching this movie late night on what I think was a Wednesday during break. I was snacking on some ranch flavored Doritos, which I enjoyed a lot back in the day and still do. Anyways, I somehow thought up of wanting to have my little cousin to taste some, since I basically wanted to share some of my favorite chips, since I was enjoying it so much and I wanted her to enjoy it as well. Now, I know that I wouldn’t have even tried to share with her some of my “happiness”, whether it is because I believe that I’m a lot “cooler”, my dignity, or who knows what other reason, which is something I observe in almost every

As a child, I can vividly remember darting out of my room to escape my cousin Alex’s unstoppable torment. As I reached the living room, I leap onto the sofa bed, only to have him spring on me and then stick his tongue toward my face as I struggled to hold him back. I guess that’s the cost of our parents allowing us to watch the film Alien the previous night. Years later, I awaken to my cell phone ringing, as I roll over I notice it’s my other cousin Jason. My mind tends to run to disaster whenever I receive a call at an unusual hour. This time it truly was what I thought it was, my cousin Alex was dead. Although Alex and I weren’t the closest of family, as he lived in Chicago and I lived in Tampa, it’s astounding the impact a death can have

I whined and went downstairs as my 10-year-old cousin, Caitlin, followed me. My big brother and sister were already to go, and were waiting for me. I went to gather all my belongings and went to put my old and worn out shoes on. I walked down the hallway, into the garage, where I picked up a foul smell of gasoline. I got my shoes and put them on, with my little cousin, Caitlin, still following me. On my way out, I picked up a piece of chocolate, and ate it while chugging down a cup of milk as well.

Everything was dark, Christopher was nowhere to be found. I was alone my biggest fear came to life as I looked at it in the mirror. In my hand I held a handful of painkillers in my hand with cough syrup. “HELP, I CAN'T BREATHE” I yelled, it was official, no one was there for me. I was on my own with no way out. Standing in my own puddle of blood from my stabbed back my fear became a reality. Where’s my manners, my name Aisha and this is my story about betrayal. It all started thanksgiving dinner, oh I was in awe to see my family. It's been nearly 5 years since we sat at a table all together, but we had been reasons. The last we saw one another was at my sister's faith funeral, she killed herself from depression. “Okay the table is set ”, my