Good Neighbors Are Important And Best Friends

Sara walked quickly to Amira’s room. Before turning on the light, she asked Amira to point at what she saw. When Sara turned on the light, she showed Amira that it was just her raincoat hanging on the door. “Go to sleep now,” Sara said gently. “It’s just your raincoat, silly.”

My neighborhood contains a rather small number of houses. Only six houses and that includes my house. My neighborhood happens to be the best neighborhood in my opinion. The reason why I think so is that I hardly know any of my neighbors. what may appear awkward about my neighborhood is that all the houses are positioned on the same side of the road as my house. Surprisingly, on the other side of the road, there are just trees. There are more houses down the road, but I do not consider them my neighbors because that distance is more than I am willing to walk for a cup of sugar. If one is looking from the road at my house. it would appear that I only have two neighbors. One that lives behind my house, and another that lives to the left of me, but all of my other three neighbors are hiding. Right beside my mailbox, there is another mailbox and a dirt road follow the dirt road to meet Jason( cue the scary music). Yes, his name is Jason, and his house has always creeped me out ever since I found out I had another neighbor. ( p.s.

“Andries, you have to go to bed!” shouted Mom from downstairs. So he did what his mom told him to do. He shut the door of his closet and his real door and then dimmed the light until the whole room was consumed by the darkness.

Lauren, on the other hand, was more of a night owl. She waited until the littler girls were done in the bathroom before quickly brushing her teeth and slipping into her pajamas. She retrieved her cell phone charger from her backpack and pulled her laptop out the drawer next to the bed. The beds were large and cozy so she didn’t mind much having to share one with her mom. She lifted the covers and slid herself in before opening the laptop and connecting her

It was an ordinary Wednesday night at youth group at church. The group decided to for snow cones at Tropical Sno. My friend, Sara McGuigan, parents would never allow her to ride in the car with any teenage driver. Sara convinced her mom to let her ride with me to Tropical Sno and I would take her home before nine p.m. We were on the way to her house on Jeff road and I turned off of Wall Triana onto Harbin Road.

It was 5:00, it’s crazy that we had been walking for hours and it hadn’t even felt like it. As I peered between tall trees, I saw a waterfall way out in the distance, the two of us decided to head that way. It took about five minutes to get to the falls and it was breathtaking. The setting sun floated just above the rocks behind and around the stream of water sloping down the mountain side.So there we stood, on top of the world, in front of a pink and orange sky as the constant sound of water crashing into the lower river filled my ears, I was in awe. Allegedly, Erin felt the same way because neither of us said anything for at least ten minutes. I felt as if I could stay there forever. I pulled out my phone to take a picture of this gorgeous view, but time after time each picture turned out bad and not what the actual scene looked like. I realized at that moment that some things are just too great to take a picture and I think that is the way things are supposed to be. The fresh breeze was back again and it was even colder than earlier . I then realized just how cold I was and checked my watch, it read 5:45, the perfect time to start heading back to the

We usually think of good neighbors as people who are positive with lives of very little drama but what if a combination of flawed characteristics is what could make two people the perfect neighbors. In Kate Chopin’s “The Story of an Hour”, Mrs. Mallard is in a failing marriage leaving her to feel trapped. Mrs. Mallard is overjoyed at the sense of freedom she receives after learning of her husband’s death but the joy is short lived as her husband returns home. Upon her husband’s arrival she dies, the vast array of emotions is too much for her weak heart to handle. In Washington Irving’s “The Devil and Tom Walker”, Tom Walker is a greedy man unhappy with his financial status.

The first time I actually talked to Sarah Crocker was exactly two weeks ago to this date. I wouldn’t have, if it weren’t for my friends who – of course – dared me to ask Sarah to hang out. I insisted that it would have happened eventually without their nagging and teasing, but between you and I, that’s a load of crap. I was terrified of rejection, and the only thing that kept me from running in the opposite direction was the knowledge that my friends would be waiting for me, like wolves eager to prey on my shame as if it were a wounded

According to the Chicago Tribune, “Neighborly relations have declined in the U.S. since the 1950s. Some 28 percent of us know none of our neighbors’ names, particularly pervasive among younger and lower-income people,” (Mildenstein). Why is it that our society has become less neighborly? In our society today, people are caught up in themselves and do not like to connect personally or physically with their neighbors. Because of this, they do not take the time out of their day to meet or socialize with their neighbors. Since the 1950s, our societies values and morals have changed dramatically. We now have the whole world at our fingertips, and feel like we do not need the physical presence of people in our lives. Consequently, good neighbors have become extremely hard to come by. However, when ones neighbor is cordial, cooperative, and gracious, ones everyday life can become a bit easier.

Throughout schooling, Ive had one authentic best friend, Rose, since middle school. Rose was like a bra, always there for support through the typical teenage drama to the enamoring of boys. We've crossed many paths including graduating together, but at some point in time one must go their own way,so we did. The internal change was beneficial as well as perturbing. I moved to Carrollton because my mom got a job at Tanner Hospital, which meant changing schools. Central was a bit different, I wasn't quite use to the rural setting yet, Rose was an individual that made me feel more at ease.It was an opening for trust, anticipated secrets, scoop of the school, and undiscovered journeys. Rose and I were about to become the Bonnie and Clyde of Central

When she woke up the next day she was surprised to see Darry, Soda, and Steve all awake. She usually was the one to wake everyone up. "Hey guys... what are you doing?" She asked, sitting up and getting off of the couch. She had fallen asleep, and guessed that everyone just went to bed, and tucked her in after the movie was over.

We hadn’t really been outside at night, had never been seen in anything other than a uniform, and never spent time together without another person present. We were both feeling beautiful and sentimental. On the lounge chairs surrounding the pool, we talked to each other for what felt like the first time. Nothing much substantial was said, and I think it was because we were both still a little fearful; fearful of ousting ourselves from the positions that we had to so strenuously uphold while in Utah, and for me, fearful of being sent back because I wasn’t eighteen yet. I think we talked about how ridiculous the rules were, and about the others girls we liked and didn’t like. I asked her what she thought of my home state, because I felt really proud in that moment to be back, and we made arrangements for me to fly out to Portland the following year. During the program, though we both understood our friendship to have been exempt from the three second rule on hugging, ours was more like a four second rule, we fearlessly laid down together and held each other for a long time in silence—communicating with a gesture, like a couple of pros. Words had failed us, and would continue to fail us for

Afterwards, Clare reads me a good night story and half way through all the lights in the house turn off.

"God help us its Ms Abby Peter" she whipsered to the stuffed toy, She tiptoed over the room and hit the light switch.

Although we had two of the same classes and saw each other every day, we’d only speak in forensic science because we sat next to each other. Throughout forensic science we’d exchange laughs about the teachers we had and other students. One day Breana called me by surprise, I wasn’t expecting this because we usually only spoke in school or texted each other about school work. During the conversation we were discussing the upcoming homecoming dance and we began to talk about our family dynamic and what our home life is like. As we were on the phone Breana asked me to join her at Eleanor Roosevelt’s homecoming football game, this was the first time we had ever hung out with each other outside of school. After the game her mom picked us up, this was the first time I had ever met her; after her mom picked us up we had gone to her aunt’s house where I had met more of her family.