Clayton And Oaklee: A Short Story

the two women came, much like the growth the Unites States has made in bringing about racial equality, they were never able to cross that line and fully accept one another.

The Bling Ring, written by Nancy Jo Sales is a true story that uses interviews, court records and news stories to explain the events that occurred in 2008 and 2009 in Calabasas, California. The book analyzed the teens before their crime began, talked about their individual burglaries, and eventually explained how the gang of teenagers and young adults finally got caught. These upper middle class young adults and teenagers burglarized many of the Hollywood elite’s vacant homes. Some might say that they did it carelessly. These young adults felt little to no fear of being caught and would often even brag about their accomplishments to their peers. Eventually, this bragging ended up being their demise. At a social event, another partygoer

The eerie feeling the surrounding lake gave me was threatening, so threatening it made me want to turn back. Usually I can handle cases like this, but this time it was different. It was pitch and the only hint of light was the moon reflecting of the soft waves of the water. The only sounds was the tide, splashing against the old dock I was standing on at a steady pace. I watched my surrounding cautiously. You could never be too careful out here, but with a job like mine, you always have to be careful.

One day in Red Bluff Julia was walking down the street and she saw that somebody was lying on the ground so she went to see who it was. The person who was lying on the ground was her best friend Baily. Julia saw that Baily had gangrene fingers and spots on her arms. Julia had wanted to save her good friend Baily so she went to find help she almost tripped on a dead cat in the middle of the road. She was able to find somebody, but by the time she got to her good friend Baily she was already gone from where she had left her she was gone. She had turned to face the person who was going to help her but she was gone.

Fayette kept her head low, hiding her still light pink cheeks as the others talked about the dance. Her dark blue eyes widened slightly with her cheeks growing even warmer when Reyen spoke that she could be his queen. She knew he was joking and messing around with her, but she wasn’t used to those kinds of things being said about her at all. She could hear Ivana state that she doesn’t want to be Queen either and planned on voting for Carrietta and Matthew planning on voting for Ivana. Fayette jumped when Carrietta threw her arm around her to give her a hug and laid her head on her shoulder. She listened as she tried to cheer her up with Matthew joining in to say that she was the cutest member of the group. Fayette couldn't help but smile at her friend, lightly

I was a fine morning when a siren went off in the town of Little Rocks, Arkansas. The people didn’t have a clue what was happening until bulletin papers stated falling from the sky in such graceful manner. The dispassionate community didn’t care if there was bulletin papers flying through the city. They didn’t get influenced that easily by the emotions of the paper. The mayor had thrown thousands of papers out saying to have a garage sale for cancer victims.

This adventure of Taylor Darrington. It all started in the summer of 2014 she went to a cross country practice. She thought it was the worst thing ever! The day she went the coach informed everyone that they were going on a "long run"out in the desert sand. Being her first time running in a few years it was really hard and difficult. That day she decided not to run. The following year, her friends Mitchell and Macey invited her to go again, but she absolutely did not want to go. Although one day they finally convinced her to go, so she did, and she loved it. So she decided to start going every day she decided she wanted to run that school year. Her first race was crazy, she didn't realize how out of shape she was until she finished with a bad

From her vantage point, just off stage, Sarah Jones Weeks Caldwell fixed her eyes on the congregation.

Living in the segregation era was very hard for the Logan family. Most blacks were treated unfairly and were unable to defend themselves when it came to this treatment. Cassie Logan, her friends and family had may encounters with the Aames brothers that may leave one of her good friends dead. “The Road to Memphis” was written by Mildred D. Taylor in 1990. The symbolism that Taylor includes illustrates how blacks lived in a time of segregation.

You know the sound of an object cutting through the blaring wind? It is a comforting sound, the constant, swirling motion enveloping you completely. Your mind becomes fuzzy, almost to the point of drifting to sleep. That is when you feel your stomach fall out of place, only to catch up with you again when you pump your legs vigorously.

At first glance, it appeared as though the ocean swallowed the sun, slipping below the horizon, Otis’s cue to return home. Otis jumped to his feet and put his shoe on. How could I have lost track of time? With the sky darkening, Otis hastened his steps. Then, pending dread took hold. Heaven knows, if he made it home after the street lights were on he’d have hell to pay. Knowing full well that, disobeying Wanda was punishable by fire. The thought alone made his skin crawl. For all he knew, she probably got off on the smell of burning flesh. Otis sped walked until he closed in on his neighborhood. He turned the corner leading up to his house on Mimosa Ave, he could hear music in the distance. By then, he could tell the outrageous noise was coming from inside his home. Otis traveled up the porch steps and entered the house. Believe it or not, Wanda never thought to lock the front doors. Quote on, quote, “her house was open 24 hours a day” After all, her customers paid for unrestricted access. Otis, like any other normal person preferred a

Raven and mother Jane loved each other so much but they were destitute, and Jane knew she couldn't afford to feed Raven either buy her cloths for the week, so Jane knew the only way she could get food and cloths by stealing from the super market a couple blocks down the gunky apartment building they had been living in for the past 3 years. jane walked over to the super market, the first store she saw was selling veggies and fruit. She saw a sign saying closed. Jane snuck under the wooden table and took a big crate of strawberries and bananas and Jane was running as fast as a car, what is going full speed. Soon after Jane and Raven were full from all of the food Jane had stole. Jane thought she needed more food for the week so she went back to the super market and picked up a crate with loafs of bread as soon as she looked around cop cars

Later that night, Carly detects someone entering their camp when everyone is asleep. The fan belt of Wade's truck has been torn. Therefore, they go to the nearest town, Ambrose to get a new fan belt. During the process of getting the fan belt, they meet Bo who has the suitable fan belt they want. Carly waits outside of Bo's house while Wade follows Bo into his house.

Once they reached the action they took in the sight, the Foot Clan were taking hostages. Lauren saw Karai, her arch nemesis, one of the pathetic leaders of the Foot Clan who she swore to end when the time was right. Then in that moment a Foot Clan soldier came out of nowhere and grabbed Daniella by the neck while the his other hand was over her mouth. Riley saw her sister in danger and growled at the man behind the mask, she tried to kick the man in the face, until another Foot Clan soldier came out of nowhere and grabbed her ankle and tripped her, Riley’s back hit the ground which slightly knocked the wind out of her and the man proceeded to roughly get her to her feet and take her by the wrists so she couldn’t try anything else. When Riley

They arrived at Bronx, New York around three thirty a.m. They arrived to their father’s house and explained the situation to them. Even though the plan sounded easy, it was still going to be dangerous. They were going to start at 7 in the morning. Until then, they needed all the sleep they could get. The stars faded away as the Sun rose and everyone was up before dawn. Obina and his father set up the money in the luggage, making sure the counterfeit money wouldn’t be seen. At exactly 8:15, they set out on their journey. They packed some fufu and soup (An African dish), then began to drive. Mecca typed in the address of the location the kidnapper had given them. “2034 Grafton Court St. Turn right at the end of the road.” The GPS said. Once they got there, Obina dropped the rest of them away from the aged building so the guy would think he came alone. Obina got out the car, nervous, hoping to find his mother in his sight in two to three minutes. He ascended up the creaking stairs to get to the front door with the luggage of money in his right hand. He knocked on it, but the door was slightly open. He took a step forward in the building and scanned the room. All he saw was a dusty couch and a dirty coffee table with a note that read:“Put the money you brought in the blue and red closet. Do not make any stupid decisions. Go in the woods behind this building and you’ll see what you came here for.” Obina dashed down the stairs and quickly ran into the woods, yelling his mother’s name. All of a sudden, someone attacked him from behind, putting a bag over his head. He was struggling to get it off; he was shouting for help. Ijeoma heard Obina crying for help so her, Mecca, and their father quickly took the back way into the woods so the person wouldn’t see them. After a couple minutes of them running, they finally reached Obina’s destination. They were also met with