Double Yay: A Short Story

It was a dark and cold halloween night me and my friend Toony were trick or treating and these kids that were bullies at our local school were following us calling our names saying means things. So we ran and ran as fast as we could they didn’t catch up because they weren’t in the best of shape but we were. So once they were no longer in sight me and Toony started to walk we didn't see them for the rest of the night that we knew of but once we were about two miles away from my house. We heard a noise the bullies came storming out of the woods almost scared me half to death so we ran and ran they started getting closer which was a surprise so we just ran into this abandoned house where we hid out for the night. After about 3 hours they had

The 1950’s were called the “Happy Days” for multiple reasons. We were finished with a huge war, and our economy was booming. Social, political and economic policies were popping up everywhere. Many things define why the 1950’s were the “Happy Days” in the U.S. Whether it was the end of the Korean War for the U.S. or the economic boom that helped define what we call the “American Dream” the 1950’s were great times for America.

Ernie has always been a little messed up, he has lived in Missouri for the 32 long years of his life. On the day that changed his life forever, November 22, 1996. Him and his family were driving to the mall and they got into an accident. His Mom and Dad both died and Ernie was very depressed. He got the notes, of what made the car accident happen, an inspection failure with the Engine. He did not know what to do with his life. He almost committed suicide, but then out of rage, the decided he was going to make the person who caused the car accident. He went searching for months, and finally came to the conclusion that the person that last assessed the car was Eddie Thompson.

Hey--- Helping out one of the teachers in a pinch and writing Angela Elliot's IEP. (I'll do it for you, too- just shout if things get piled on...)

My aim for today was to make more time for one on one sessions with the residents. This actually ended up working quite well as 5 of the 12 residents in cottage #3 went out for a bus outing from 0930-1100. I came back from my first break and was entirely done all the AM care, including that morning's shower, so I was able to take an hour to file and paint the nails of two residents.

Football season just ended, meaning I had a couple weeks to recoup until my favorite season started--wrestling. Wrestling has run in the family for decades, each generation breaking a record or making it to state. With the few weeks to recoup, I picked up some extra hours at work. I clean at the local YMCA, so I don’t have much interaction with kids or anyone really, but I like it that way.

I hear what you are saying, but that's only one side of the story, but I lost all respect for Tiffany when she stop coming to see Tey. Shamel did not have his mom, Yan and Sarah did not have their mother and I never thought Tiffany would just stop coming to see Tey. I would have bet my life on it. When Tey is crying because his mother wasn't at his game and then he calls her in the morning asking where are you and you make zero effort to come the next week or the weekend after, I cannot respect you. After Tey did that I had to write her letting her know he did that on his own and not prompted by me (I had to beg her to come see him). This woman stop coming to see her son to stay with a man, I can careless about the guy, but when time with him

Mavis Alder is tending bar. She doesn’t like tending bar, but she has a pretty face that’s good for tips, is a good listener, and enjoys making cocktails. She really just hates drunk people. Fortunately for Mavis, the bar is sparsely packed tonight. There are the regulars; Johnny and Yumay, two good friends who come to the bar every wednesday to drink, complain about their lives, and attempt to pick up Mavis. There is a depressed looking man in a tuxedo sitting at the end of the bar, staring hopelessly into his drink, and sitting next to him is a tall dark skinned man in a muscle shirt, a jacket, and some jeans. About 30 minutes ago he had come in and sat next to the tuxedoed man who, for whatever reason, seemed to had lost all hope in humanity.

On a damp and slightly foggy evening on the coast of South Hampton, midsouth in England, a man the name of Andrew Jackson Walks onto the port of where a major role in his life is about to be fulfilled. Andrew had always seen things in his dreams but this was surreal to him. He had previously bought a ticket onto a so-called “unsinkable ship” and he was eager to see why his dream had lead him here. His dreams were always quite colorful and imaginative, but they always seemed so farfetched yet surreal. A place that he could almost imagine he was standing in the very place he was now, yet this time it only seemed like a dream, it’s a dream he has had for a long time. Going out to sea, eating divine food prepared by talented chefs, and maybe meeting a new friend or two. He thought of all this just standing there, at this marvelous

Shanea reflected on the QP compliment which was telling her that her hair look nice, then describe her the color in her hair brings out her skin tone, as well as nice she looks, which will boost her self-esteem, and pat her on the back.

Today was Monday and I got to work and began working on trying to find out who to contact the game more information to learn about the breakthrough energy coalition. I was doing this for a client that was unable to contact them and could not find a way to contact them. I begin working on this project and immediately found ways to reach out individuals and create a contact. Well working your unless I also spent time reviewing a preparations bills and keeping in eye on what was happening on both the house and Senate floors

Jay and Arty both disliked going to their grandma’s house. Jay said “Pop doesn't even like to come and it's his own mother” . . . He has also been afraid of her when he was a kid. She'd come out of that door with a limp and a cane and looked like she was going to kill you. When Jay was five, He drew a picture of her and called it "Frankenstein's Grandma." He asked Arty if he ever saw it. “If she did, you'd be an only child today” Arty said. Pop said she could swing her cane so fast, she could have been one of the greatest golfers in the world. All Arty remembered was, he hated kissing her. It felt like putting your face on a wrinkled ice cube. Jay agreed and said “Yeah, she's cold all right.” She was she only one at Mom's funeral who didn't

However, it hasn’t been that exciting. Most of my work this week revolved around running errands for the basketball operations staff. First and foremost, I updated player boards in executives’ offices to reflect the recent roster changes of each NBA team. This entails making sure each depth chart matches the roster of each team. To do so, I have to make labels and put them on magnets. Once I have finished the magnets, I go to the boards and place the player magnets on their respective team roster. Additionally, due to our summer league roster practicing in D.C. this week, I had to also run errands for the

Last email before I start my homework (I took a shower). You know I am randomly super cautious now since I know I am yours about what I eat. I want to live to 92 so I can see you hit 100.

In case you weren’t expecting this, expect it. I have a plan. I don’t think Max does, which makes me feel even worse for leaving her, but I do. I have been planning this for a while. I posted on my blog that I was leaving and looking for some special kids, if you know what I mean, and I got a lot of kids. What these kids don’t know is that I have access to everything about them, or had, on the military computer back at home. I have chosen 5 other kids. I chose to keep them unknown because they already know who they are. Max if you’re seeing this, I am coming back one day, just not anytime soon. I love you Max. Iggy, sorry for leaving you alone man. Nudge, don’t change too much while I’m gone. Gazzy, don’t make too many explosives. Angel, don’t