A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green. The water is warm too, for it has slipped twinkling over the yellow sands in the sunlight before reaching the narrow pool. On one side of the river the golden foothill slopes curve up to the strong and rocky Gabilan Mountains, but on the valley side the water is lined with trees- willows fresh and green with every spring, carrying in their lower leaf junctures the debris of the winter 's flooding;
wasn 't a drunk , but sounded like it sometimes .He worked so hard at night he would most of the time fall asleep on the sofa in his work clothes . Henry was about to walk out the door before being stopped by his half awaken dad . “ How come I don 't see you around before I leave for work?” “ Your not doing drugs are you boy?” “ No sir , just hanging with friends , trying to have fun before I start college and work.” Mr. Lambert gets up placing his hand on Henry 's shoulder. “ Just remember , as long
Hour One I wake up in and find that I’m not in my bed; not even in my room. I’m in the middle of four walls encapsulated by ivy and yellow flowers. All I remember is coming home from a friends house around six in the evening and laying down to sleep. It just feels like I’ve blinked and ended up here. I don 't even remember my name. A strong voice frightens me saying: “You have three hours. Don’t touch the walls. Pick your first path wisely, each movement, step, and turn affects it all. Be careful
Chapter One: I walk outside into the brisk October air, my hair being ruffled by the cool breeze. I look back at our small house. The paint is chipping away and some of the shingles are falling off our deteriorating roof. I watch my mom from the window reading an old book practically held together by tape and glue. The cool breeze is leaving goose bumps on my arms. I should have worn my brown oil skin jacket. Where I live, you don 't get very much until you turn sixteen. We hardly have enough food
All that she had known was that she was apparently there because she had stolen money from a bank. Celia had no clue why or how she had done it, all she knew was that, that was what her report had said. It had also included details such as had hair color, eye color, height, and how long she had been in this place that she had been in for so long. According to her records, it had been about fifteen years now. Fifteen years of the same exact schedule everyday, fifteen years of those concrete floors
did you start playing? I started to sing in a choir at the age of 5. I have always expressed myself through music, so my mom got me into the choir as soon as I was old enough to be able to sing Lyrics. 2. Which instruments do you play? My voice is my main instrument. But I do play a little bit of guitar and piano when I 'm writing new songs, or when I haven 't got an instrumentalist who can back me up. 3. What was the first tune(s) you learned? Well, the very first tunes I learned was the children
human?" A dark, husky voice whispered in my ear, making it difficult to stand on my legs. I could feel his breath hit the side of my face when he talked and it drove me insane." Don 't you remember the school rules of this place?" "N-no...Um, I forgot..." "Let me remind you why we have rules then, human." Before I could make a run for the window or door, the male grabbed my hip roughly and pressed my front to the wall. Hard. By that kind of impact, I knew that I must be bleeding. I then stiffened
in novels once said, “there is nothing I would not do for those who are really my friends. I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature.” I would have to completely agree with Austen. We should love our true friends and do anything for them. No matter the size of the messes is that they make. Finding the right friends is usually hard, but when you find them it will feel like when Cinderella 's shoe fit perfectly. Two really good friends I found are Manasi and Sheetal. They are
stories how much war can change you mentally, emotionally, and your sanity. In the book The Things They Carried, Tim O’ Brien shows throughout his short stories how much war changes people mentally. In the short story Sweetheart of the Song Tra Bong Tim O’ Brien shows how the character Mary changes from the sweet innocent girl to a deranged girl lost to the cold jungles of Vietnam. For example in the text it shows “"Mary Anne?" he said. Quietly then, she stepped out
that I think I can use for my essay is my worry of failure. Reasons, why I chose to write about failure for my essay, is that the thought of failure affects me to the point where my anxiety builds up extremely over a long period of time from either little things or big things that occur in my life what I usually do is bottle my emotions and thoughts and hide them. Focusing on others feelings and thoughts before my own wearing a fake smile constantly trying to keep others happy as much as I can. Little