Creative Writing: Sophia's Diary Entry

To begin with, Maria was a girl who got bullied almost every day. Maria’s bully name was Jawanna she was the biggest girl in the Maria’s grade. Maria’s best friend Jessica begged Maria to stand up for herself but she wasn’t brave enough yet. Even the teacher Ms. Mac millian told Maria a story to boost her up and raise herself of steam. Jawanna broke Maria’s stuff she even ate her lunch and Maria was just too scared of her. Finally Maria stood up for herself I guess Ms. Mac millian’s advice started to kick in. Maria tried to at least she told Jawanna she isn’t the boss of her any more. Jawanna got mad and pushed Maria but this time she got caught by the teacher.

John wrapped his arms around her tightly as he felt himself getting closer towards release. He slipped a hand between their bodies pressing his thumb against her sensitive bud.

This all began sophomore year when Sophia was a transfer from her previous high school in the inland empire, called Poly. Sophia came down to Buckeye high school, because she was having personal issues. Sophia wasn’t the type of girl to let people in or know about her personal life, and this was because of what had happened in previous situation before. However Sophia was a student athlete, carrying a 4.0 and had many offers to play college ball. She was a softball player and has been playing ever since the age of seven years ; that was her passion and her get away from problems in life. She was different than most girls she was quiet, had no interest to being anyone's friends, very independent and showed that on her first day at Buckeye

Manicured garden, a flimsy parasol on her shoulder. She reached at a brook over a bridge between two streams. Below, ornamental carp swam in a lazy circle, flashing their red, yellow, orange and white scales among the purple blossoms of the water lilies.

He pressed his hips against her, she laid her head against his chest. His fingers traced her collarbone and curled gently around her throat. He leaned down and kissed her below the ear.

The music in the truck was quiet as Michael made his way to Breanna’s house. The girl hadn’t been in contact with him all day. She probably lost her phone, he thought.

He felt the warmth of her hand flowing into his own, and although he wished to hold it longer, he reluctantly let go. He felt arms wrapping around his body, and a tingly sensation in his endoskeleton came to the surface.

She didn't stop him, as they both indulge in each other's passion. His sweat crawling down to her body while she held him tight, she gazed at his eyes.

Habitually, he wrapped his arms around to shield her from the source of fear and felt her body tremble. Unable to bear her discomfort, he tightened his hold over her, but immediately regretted his actions. Her whole frame molded into his drenched form as if they were the exact parts of missing pieces of the puzzle. His heart started pounding inside his chest.

From the way his body held onto hers, grasped hers, Evelyn felt as if he was taking all of her. Every inch of her body was his, every soft, gentle curve. Every supple inch of her silk like skin was his to roam over, to claim. The female’s back arched forward with every touch to her swelling mounds. She couldn’t get enough of him. As she heard his familiar, deep tone a slow, cheeky smirk crossed over her lips as her hues almost glistened with intent. “I’m yours?” She repeated softly, her lips open and waiting for his. Except, he didn’t continue their kiss. Her gaze drifted down as she saw him force his way into her, parting her to fit him within her. A satisfied groan escaped her as she felt his lips meet hers once more, her own were already crushing ferociously against them within seconds.

Letting her spirit flow around and through him, she wrapped him in her embrace. She lay beside him, kissed his face and stroked his dampened hair.

Their hands were still entwined and Cassandra squeezed his tight. On impulse, she leaned her head against his shoulder. With his free hand, Apollo ran his fingers over her hair. He was ruining the careful, elaborate hairstyle one of the servant girls had given Cassandra, but she didn’t care. His touch felt incredible; sent tingles from her scalp to her toes. A moan escaped her, much to her horror.

But movement came from beside him as he peaked through one eye lid. Lia timidly rests herself on him, also feeling the cold nip of the night. The caring touch of her body fills his lonely void once again. He openly welcomes her closer, while he wraps an arm around her in turn.

A friend had mentioned; there were two pups that would turn two-months and that they were ready to be removed from their mother’s feeding breast. One of the Pups had white with brown marks and the other one was plain black. Butterflies swirl in my stomach and I felt so anxious driving towards my friend’s house to pick up my new family member. When I arrive at my friend’s garage my heart was beating fast as I walked towards the mother and her puppies Cuddling in her mother’s palms with her eyes wide open. That pretty and adorable face, and of course admiring her white skin with two brown marks on her back and around the belly where unique.

In a secluded area he pushed her with her back against a tree. Impatiently lifting her skirt up while pushing her legs apart with is body. Kissing her neck while lifting her blouse and playing with her breasts. Shivering from the cold and from the excitement building up she put her arms around him.