In my seventh-period P.E. class Mrs. Greene announced to us, “That it is cold outside so you can either stay in the gym or go outside.” Faith, Jessica, and I stood up from the hard black unappealing plastic bleachers to go outside. As I opened the door, the wind whipped around my bare skin and leaves whirled along the ground. “It is freezing; I'm going back inside.” I retorted. We were walking along the narrow hallway going back to the gym when we met Carlie. She gave us no room to walk by her so I retreated to the wall that way we wouldn’t collide with each other. I turned around and saw Carlie bump into Faith. “Move outta my way.” Faith screeched ferociously. Carlie looked at Faith with her eyes glaring, but preceded to walk onward down …show more content…
I was hopefully praying she didn’t find anything. Faith pulled out a shiny black and silver iPod; she then very sneakily put it in her coat pocket. “I am not getting in trouble for this, put that back.” I commanded as I scooted up the bleachers away from the crime being committed. Putting the purse down slowly Jessica, and she joined me in the top bleachers. Moments later Carlie the owner of the purse comes in; she walked over to her purse and opened it. She started frantically looking for her iPod, I could only assume at the time. Carlie stared up from the empty purse her face was blanketed pale white, her eyes seemed to bulge from her head, and her mouth flew open. She scanned around as if looking for answers when she finally gazed up at us. I knew my face read guilty since she asked us “Do you know where my iPod and five dollars is?” Faith automatically said “No.” “Well, did you see anyone pick up my purse?” Karlie asked accusingly. “I haven’t seen anyone." Faith and Jessica said. Carlie glanced at me; stricken with guilt I attempted to tell the truth and sensed the piercing eyes of Faith burning down my neck. “No.” I finally
I left my radio in the back room in was most likely with the volunteer who was covering for me. He yelled at me to "get up" and told me lets talk in Joshs' office (which was a few steps away). Daniel storms in Joshs' office, turns on the light and sits down in the office chair in front of the desk with his arms crossed and a sticky note in his hand. I follow him and prop the door open with the door stop is I say "lets keep the door open it's hot in here." The real reason I did this was because I was extremely uncomfortable. He then yells, "Do you want to tell me where you have been?". I was standing in the door way, not completely in the room when I told him that I met with HR. He asked very angrily who I got permission to leave from and then stated that I left my post without permission.
I HAD BEEN ASLEEP QUITE SOUNDLY FOR A COUPLE HOURS, WHEN I WAS AWOKEN BY AN ALL TOO FAMILIAR SOUND. IT SEEMED LIKE EVERY TIME MY BRAIN REGISTERED CERTAIN NOISES - EVEN WHEN I WAS DEEP IN SLEEP, IT SENT OFF A PANIC TRIGGER THAT FLOODED THROUGH MY MIND. THIS WAS ANOTHER ONE OF THOSE TIMES.
“Dad!” Was the only word that had rushed out of Russell’s mouth the instant he saw his father enter the room. And, once he finished hugging Cary he then added, “Have you found him? What did those people you arrested say?”
I don’t get why my sister is sending me here, sending me to rehab. Its not like I have a problem. Ok, I have a slight problem but that doesn’t mean I need to go to rehab for it. She thinks it will help me “get better”. I get so annoyed with her when she says that. All she ever says to me now is do this and you’ll get better, try harder and maybe things would work out. Try harder. You don’t think I’ve tried my whole life to fix the things that are wrong with me. I have. I fought every single day and nothing ever changed. I’m still the same way I was since I was little. I’m still messed up. I know I am but she can’t honestly think that rehab is going to help can she? I highly doubt it.
“Tell me, how does a pathetic, worthless, but yet intelligent person get into this mess and end up here?” Seymour asks, not really expecting an answer, but to dignify his still anger, uses his carved, smooth surface of his wooden baseball bat to strike her left knee, which has fell off for the fifth time now, since she awoken in the mysterious room. She was tired, hungry, thirsty, homesick, and yet so furious the adrenaline pumped bitter life into her and she sat, ropes to her chest, arms, and legs, thinking about life before this moment. “She gets the million dollar questions correct, but only by taking wild guesses,” she manages to say, hoping this sacred fuel will last forever. Before taking another swing at her leg, he chuckles, and then
Inside the ambulance, Roy was relieved to find John’s vitals were unchanged when he rechecked them. Although he had hoped they would improve with the IV, at least they weren't getting much worse.
Natasha Romanoff smirks as she watches a wayward demi-god grimace at the sealed package of cup-a-noodles in his hand. He leans a hip against the island counter, habitually feigning nonchalance. However, as an astute student of body language she can read the subtle tension in musculature of his face. She pauses for only an instant at the entryway to observe him, confirming for herself again, that he actually is trying fit in here. She would never presume to mention it to Director Fury, not without a direct inquiry from him, but she had had her own concerns when S.H.I.E.L.D. agreed to take Loki on as part of some sort of Asgardian rehabilitation program. Now she’s less certain of her opinion. Not wanting to be noticed spying, she breezes into the common area and crosses to the refrigerator, perusing the offerings briefly before grabbing a bottled smoothie. She can feel
All I had ever wanted to be when I grew up was a mom. My husband and I tried for years to have children but alas it wasn't in God's plan for us. So we needed a new plan. We looked into foster care.
Xavier was beginning to have a light problem with involuntarily being knocked out or foreced to sleep. Again. He was honestly surprised no one in the house coined him Sleeping Brutee. Okay, maybe it was lame but his head really fucking hurt. His slowly dragged his hand and placed it on his forehead, dragging his arm indeed was a challenge. It was like he was carrying his own dead weight around...in his dense state.
Benjamin was the butt of everyone’s jokes. It wasn’t that he was dumb. Just living on some other planet. The town council was embarrassed to have a 26-year-old sitting on a bench all day in front of the courthouse, so they gave him a job polishing’ cannonballs piled beside the Civil War 10 pounder there. But a week later, Benjamin announced he was quitting’. “I found my own cannonball and I’m going into business for myself,” he told the mayor.
“Hmmph! WHERE ARE THE PLUGINS THAT I WANT!?” My manager’s words resonated through my body and my eyes started to flare. My fingers nimbly typed out the words that would lead me to a comforting place. I dove into the world of coding languages where the limit’s the sky and I knew how to fly.
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It has been a year and a half and things are going good. Mother and father have been getting along and I have even been able to teach Sandy some few tricks, such as rolling over, sitting, and staying in place. Now that it is summer time my father and mother decided to plan a one and a half month trip with me to New York to get me to visit new and different places. They say it is going to be very different but they also said that we were going to have fun while there but I wasn't very excited since I don't know New York and I have heard that it is very big and has a lot of people which makes me scared since I don't know what could happen, but I hope I can at least make a friend while in New York that can get along with me just fine, and i
I thought back to two days ago with Matt and how badly I had treated him. I mean you can't blame me right? He totally deserved it because of what he did to me.
I sat in my room for the rest of the day, I really don’t want to go. I do feel bad for not giving my mom peace of mind but I should have an opinion too.