Chapter One “It’s getting late. Daddy, if you don’t send her home—” The threat died on her lips as yet another hockey player approached. “Martin, I’m so glad you could come,” her father cut her off and turned to face the newest arrival. She usually didn’t get upset at being dismissed for business. Her father, Spence Northcote, always made time for his team. Owning an NHL team took a lot of his time. She didn’t resent the players for stealing his time, but they didn’t win any favor her in her books either. Caroline rolled her eyes as the guy shook her father’s hand, beaming like he was in the presence of greatness. The team loved him; they feared him; more than all of that, they respected him. She wished one day someone would look at her …show more content…
Caroline shuffled her feet, knowing she wasn’t going to get an introduction. Her father never introduced her to the players. She blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. That didn’t even bother her. This was the first event she’d ever been allowed to attend where the two would co-mingle. She knew the rules and kept her distance. But she had something to say, so she chewed her lip and waited. And waited. Her younger sister sat at a table, rocking in her seat. Connie had reached her quota for company and had refused to look up from her iPad. Caroline had spent the last hour sitting with her, and reassuring the nine-year-old that everything was fine. Her sister had been diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome at a very young age and big events weren’t good for her. Any changes to her routine were usually met with hostility. It was hours past her bedtime and her babysitter, Meagan, was too star struck by all the famous people in the room to do her job properly. If Connie hadn’t instantly taken to her, Caroline would have fired the eighteen-year-old the first week. But her sisters wish always came first. The more minutes that passed the angrier Caroline became. Eventually, Martin walked away and she stepped in before the next guest came to steal her father’s attention. “Connie needs to go home. I’ve asked Meagan to take her, but she won’t until you say. Go tell her.” Caroline tapped her high heels against the marble
“We’ll have to call Cress,” Mr. Delahanty said finally. “Your father’s likely not to last out the night. She’s his only grandchild. She ought to be here.”
He looked around, then asked his mom where Dad was. She choked a little before explaining, “Dad’s really busy right now with saving more people, like the men who rescued you.”
"Hey dad. Yeah we're leaving now. Okay see you soon. Love you too, bye." She hung up. "Okay, they're leaving now, we should get
The woman stepped forward, smoothing her apron. “I’m Johanna.” Her lips curled into a pleasant smile and she placed her hand over the child’s shoulder. “This one is Shawn. Off to bed with you.”
I asked Cara if we were to be able to spend time on a Sunday to hang out. Cara agreed knowing it was for the class of course. On Sunday, I went over to her house. She said she wanted to go for a run. She said it is good for her diet. That was no problem for me because I love running and so does she. We went on a four-mile run. After words we went out to eat together at her favorite dairy restaurant. We just sat and spoke, and I was able to get to know her a little better. That is when I decided would be a good time to have the interview. After the interview, we decided to go back to her house for a little bit. She asked if we can play Ping Pong in her basement. I agreed, so she led me downstairs. “I am really good at this game” Cara told me. I responded, “Okay, lets see who
Valentine reached across the table and took his daughter’s smaller hand in his own. “Don’t cry, baby,” he said gently. “There, there. It’s
Pulling up near the corner Mel slumped down deep in the seat to avoid being seen. She silently said Don’t be home, Don’t be home, to herself. She desperately hoped her mother was out late
He didn’t even hear too what Caroline had too say. She believed that Fosterbully just thought that Emily was a nobody, kind of like she was, eccentric or weird. One thing Caroline hadn’t seen was fosterbully and her talking.
Tutankhamun (Tutankhamen) was born in Egypt in 1341 B.C. In 1323 B.C. Tutankhamun died of an unknown death; he was only 17 or 18 years old. Before he died he got to live a short time as a ruler. After his body was exhumed, there have been signs that Tutankhamus could have been murdered, or died from an infection from an injury. “Historians generally agree that he was the twelfth ruler of the 18th Egyptian Dynasty, who assumed the throne when he was eight or nine years old. Before puberty he was married to his half-sister (or, possibly, niece) Ankhesenamen, daughter of Queen Nefertiti. He reigned until his death in his late teens. Some studies of his remains suggest that he was
Her father stepped in, "Hayln, you are going. Now get your bags and get in Aurora's car."
It is quite clear that any attempt by Congress to legislate new sanctions or conditions beyond the JCPOA scope can be interpreted as a sign of bad faith by United States and it will be rejected by European Allies, then it will be the US that will have gone rogue and isolated.
“Margot, can you go get your bag? We’re going to go on a trip!” her mother exclaimed, in a tone she didn’t remember, a pitch of desperation that was before unnoticed.
“Aviana, please bear with me here! Do you think it was my intention for your father to leave?” tears streamed down my mother’s face, as she paced, examining the room.