Creative Writing: The First Day Of Ranchero Road

After completing the assassination of my dearest friend, Fortunato (IRONY), I exited the Montressor Catacombs. On the way back to my palazzo, I thought of countless excuses, if one were to question where Fortunato went. Hearing the noisy street, and seeing the light I hurried back. Entering my chamber, I saw, what looked to be a raven on my windowsill, with blood red eyes that stared into my soul. Frightened, I rushed to the window, to find nothing there. Reassuring myself, I sat down and reasoned it was because I didn’t have much sleep. Resting for quite sometime, I started to drift off. Somehow my mind thought of Fortunato. Did he trust me that much, or was he just in it for the Amontillado? How idiotic, of him to fall for that. Nevertheless,

The driver, Cecilia Blair, of vehicle 1 was traveling north through the intersection of N. State St. and Flint St. when she had a collision with vehicle 2. The driver, Jacqueline Muir, of vehicle 2 was heading west on Flint St. when she was struck by vehicle 1.

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

My name is Jeffrey I was born in Mississippi 1989,June 9 where I came from a trailer there.We spent most of our life there in Mississippi. We made kin friends kinda more that family than friends and had a couple of hilarious jests together I felt like I was gunna spend the rest of my life there but I guess not.My family got into some trouble gambling so me and my family was thinking to flee and go to Alabama.So we took a destination stay with Aunt Sheela for a a week or a month to see if we can find a way to get out of this trouble.

Jake opened his pocket watch, tipping the crystal face toward the low flames of the campfire. Another hour before daylight and he’d pick up Duvall’s trail. The muscles in his jaw clenched, hate pulling at every part of him. He’d kill Duvall, and he’d do it with Texas’ silent blessing. No judge had pronounced a sentence, but Jake saw the outlaw pull the trigger—watched Harrison die.

“New Mexico?” I asked my Mom who had streaming red hair, a wide gleaming smile, and icy blue eyes.

“ Yeah but you don't speak Spanish. It’s like we cant let in a white girl even if she speaks really good Spanish and we cant let you in because even though you are kind of Mexican you don't speak Spanish, you just wouldn't get it.”

I stare at the bag sitting in the locker, wondering what is buzzing around in Christian’s head. “Wow. That was… sad,” I say laughing. Christian blushes a light pink and rolls his eyes.

It’s not just the games played in front of thousands of hostile fans, but the travel for a mid-major with long bus rides and airport layovers takes its toll too.

I see young mothers waddling after their toddlers with their projected pregnant stomachs, and the men calling each other slang terms that are deemed “manly.”

The next morning (Y/N) slowly woke up, sitting up and rubbing at her eyes. She blinked a couple of times before looking around the room. She went to go get up before doing a double take, her eyes widening. Sitting in random places in her room were all of the characters from The Outsiders, at least all of the characters from Darry's gang. She tried not to start freakout, looking at everyone. They were just like she had imagined them.

“Cas it cost a fortune to get you to go to this camp,” her mom yelled. Cas didn’t want to go because her least favorite person would be there. Cas walk to her closet and grabbed two suitcases full of clothes and a couple pairs of shoes.

One car, one wrench, and one roll of duct tape. That's all I needed to get a three and a half ton Yukon out of a “very broke down situation.” Hearing the car start clucking, I started to think “I’m gonna be awhile.” The Boston Mountain loops scenic roads are nice to drive but I guess I didn’t get to be lucky that evening in October. Besides the truck start to stalling out, going around the sharp curves on a hill with momentum was a thought of I’m going to crash. Not only did I have to fear that, but when I got pulled over, that the car kick out gear and go rolling down the hill. I did have some luck that day; having brought a toolbox with me.

On the first day my locker surprisingly opened on the 3rd try. After that I didn’t know what to grab so I decided to bring my binder and my book. Most people said to go to homeroom. Once I got there my friends motioned for me to join them. I didn’t know it at the time but the girl standing across the room, looking extremely confused, would become one of my best friends.In homeroom Mrs.

I sat in the front seat as the officer drove down Broadway to Santa Maria High school to pick up Roberto. After we picked up Roberto and the rest of our siblings the officer drove us to a train station. A bunch of other cars pulled up with a bunch of other officers and illegal immigrants well that is what Roberto and I thought they were. The officers told all of us to get into a line.