Greg Miller 's ' Greg Stop Banging On The Seat '

"We're going to see Dr. Heinzworth? What can he help us with? I don't have any extra clothes with me either."

Tracy said as she held up a top for Karen, “Oh, you would look good in this.” Karen held up stuff for Tracy to look at. They both disappeared into the dressing room with several tops, skirts and dresses, I settled down for a wait.

to the grocery store, arriving at 1:28 p.m. He then spends 20 minutes buying groceries.

There were dolls dressed up in very traditional outfits and many dressed in modern clothes. As she starts walking up toward the replica doll, she finds another figurine of a boy on a miniature bicycle, lying on the ground. Alma bends down and places it upright. As soon as she places the doll down, it rode its bike straight to the door, however the door closes before it could leave. In spite of the door closing shut, the figure continued to ram into the door. Shifting from the boy on the bicycle back to the replica doll, once again, the figurine vanished. Looking desperately, she finally spots it standing high on a shelf. Alma tries strenuously to reach the doll, using all her strength for one touch. When she finally places the tip of her finger on the doll’s cheek, the shop began spinning, faster and faster. Suddenly, everything went black.

The shirt still didn’t fit quite right and I didn’t like how the leggings were skin tight. I never thought about how uncomfortable girls clothing could be.

Miranda browses through the store, picking up items, inspecting them, and adding them to her pile of clothes to be tried on. She has just finished her last class of the day and has two hours until her shift at JC Penney begins. Miranda looks down at her watch and realizes that she should hurry if she wants to have enough time to study before work. She makes her way to the dressing room and tries on the five items she picked up. Out of the five, she only likes two of them, but when she looks at the prices, she realizes she can only afford one. The

Kevin starts pushing his brother while filled with enthusiasm and excitement. Just before approaching Microsoft shop, a costumer, who just purchases a Surface, happily exit the store and walks in front of Robert’s wheelchair. Suddenly the crowd increases, which led to a sudden stop. Since Kevin is a kid he could not see the front of the wheelchair clearly. So, without him noticing, he hits the feet of the customer in front of

“Y… You don’t have parents, huh?” He asked, then sighed, and opened his door fully, stepping back to let Simon inside. “Ugh, just come in.” He rolled his eyes, before providing a reassuring smile to the short boy. “You can stay.” He finished, waiting for Simon. Simon smiled, and stepped in, handing the man some

The bright, warm sun shone through the only window in Mrs. William's 5th grade classroom. Mckenna Green sleepy peeks up at the window and glances at the bright green trees and blooming flowers. She looks at all the beautiful spring colors and birds flying happily in the sky. Mckenna suddenly looks back down at her 35 question math test and sighs. All she sees is black and white, her least favorite colors. She then stares at the ticking clock, with several more minutes till school ends. Mckenna slowly drifts into a daydream, closing her eyes lightly. She imagines herself babysiting for the first time, something she had been wanting to do ever since her friends started to babysit. Mckenna sees her best friend Annie by her side as they watch Mckenna’s two-year-old sister Pennie play with her dolls. Shortly after, Mckenna’s mother Mrs. Green comes home and gives them both 20 dollar bills. “Thankyou, thankyou very much!” Mckenna says as she gleefully gazes at her money.

They continue their walk until she stops and turning him towards a display window. "Look at this! This would be perfect! Sure, two rolls of wool for the little one to make cute little dresses would be easier but let´s be honest, everybody can give away fabric as a present. But this!"

But you can bet your boots I’ll be fine! I can get the cart to the center without and help," he yelled as he gave the grocery cart another push it started to turn over, but he was quick to steady it. “Mr. Cassidy, why don’t you use the old truck in your driveway? It would be so much easier. That is if it starts,” explained Justin. Yelling out in annoyance, “Why don’t you leave me alone and mind your own damned business. I can do this myself!” The old man stopped pushing, leaned against the cart, gasping for breath before sitting down on the grass. After resting a few minutes, he stood up, shook himself before giving it a hard push trying to get it down the road a few more feet before he stopped again. The boy knowing his name puzzled him “Who told you my name and what is yours?” Leaning against the cart, Mr. Cassidy asked, unaware anyone in town cared enough about him to know his name. After resting a brief time, he was ready to push the cart again. "Wait a minute, they don’t know me, and I don’t know them,” he declared. Since he was several feet away from him and knew he could outrun him, Justin was no longer afraid of the old man."Everyone in town knows who you are. For your information, my name is Justin Anderson. The

Tracey sees that the Mary left the aisle so tracey tiptoes to get her weapon an sees that may took a chain saw and clippers. Tracy knew that Mary had the same idea as her and that mary was going to try to kill her. Suddenly Traceys fears weren’t of the figure they were of Mary. Cautiously Tracey picks out her weapon, so mary wouldn’t be able to hear her. Once tracey got the chainsaw she wanted she ran to a hiding spot in the chair section. She kept her eye on anything suspicious and she sees the same dark figure she saw before, but the figure had something in its hand. Tracey saw that the figure had a gun in its hand. The dark figure was looking all around the store looking for her and Mary. Tracey spots mary but doesn’t suspect mary seeing her. But all at once they run in to get the figure, but the figure turns around quicker and tackles mary to the ground. At that moment Tracey forgo all the differences her and mary had and all she could think of was to save Mary. Tracey turned on the chainsaw and started to cut the back of the figures feet and he freezes in pain and mary scrambles from out of under the figure. Tracey and Mary look at the clock and sees that it is opening time andf they realize that people will be on the way to

He expected he would have gone somewhere with his music by now. However, since Dylan he didn't even have time for it. His dream had been put on hold so long he doubted he'd ever be able to get back to it. All he needed was one chance, but as busy as he'd been he doubted that such a chance would come along. As he walked into the store and old lady passed him, who he assumed was her grand daughter walked with her, she had golden hair and vivid blue eyes, whiched looked right into Adams as if she;d recognized something beneath his own. Paying little attention, Adam walked to the back of the store and found the shelf that carried baby supplies. $15 for the smallest bag of Huggies, but Adam searched for a generic brand but found none. Sighing he seized the bag of Huggies and walked to the cooler, where he grabbed a galleon of milk and a dozen eggs. Making his way to the front of the store he found Miss. Riley sitting behind the counter, reading the latest issue of Soap Digest.. She smiled as he approached and set the maazine

So they got ready and left as jack walked down the street he got stares, laughs, and people took pictures of him. Jack was trying his best to hide but it’s kinda hard when you tower over everything. FInally they found the salesman and Jacks mom went over there and told him a thing or two let's not go into details on what she said.

In "Amusing Ourselves to Death," Greg Beato compares and contrasts The Onion to traditional newspapers and determiness why the former is more successful. First, while newspapers scramble to add extras that will make their content more engaging to readers, The Onion focuses on making fake news and only on the readers which makes them naturally engaging to their target market. As a result, it has a 60% increase in print circulation for the past three years (Beato para. 5). Second, while the news are usually not entertaining, The Onion is "fun to read"(Beato para. 6). Many journalists find "humor" as the opposite of seriousness, so they cannot embrace the same entertaining value as The Onion (Beato para. 7). Also, while traditional