He looks around doesn’t see anything squeezing him and shrugs confused. She just starts bawling and laughing so hard, "I guess we still have differences on how we say things".
“What?” I asked not sure what had happened. Still, he said nothing. His only other reaction was the long side glance right after I had asked him what had happened.
Ding. Her phone lit up in happiness with the excitement of having a new message to share with her. Jackie looked over at her phone that was sitting on blue desk in the far corner of her room. Her room was a blue green with bright purple stripes on the back wall. Her comforter cover was bright yellow and she had three pillows on her bed all with different colored pillow cases on them. Jackie loved her room. It was bright and colorful. It had every memory Jackie had ever had stored in it. Whether that memory was in a drawer or taped onto the wall with neon pink duct tape, that memory was still in her room. Jackie considered her room the perfect reflection of herself, in fact, Jackie believed that her room was her. Jackie made her way over to
Annie is a 14 year old girl that lives in Germany and is a Jew. She and her sister Adora both feel it’s a little too crowded in their apartment. Annie was sharing a room with her sister. The room was so crowded that Annie felt like she could barely fit through the door without bumping into something. Her cousins were in her bedroom and the mom, Elise, and the dad, Lee, were sleeping in the living room. One night they all ate dinner, listened to the radio, and sang all their favorite songs together. Everybody was all bundled up with somebody having a great evening. The door was then knocked down by a soldier with a rifle in his hands. Everyone jumped at fright and stared at him with big fearful eyes. Annie looked at the soldier’s face and
Driving my sister every morning to school has always been an epic ride. We took off with blasting music and everyone would hear sweet voices singing. Within a snapshot, I made the first turn towards the school which was about four miles away filled with rolling slopes. The fact that we were running late and I was used to the road, I drove with deft and as fast as Usain Bolt. I had just finished breaking one of the steep slope when all of a sudden, I saw something lying on road. At the moment, the sweet singing in the car suddenly stopped and my sister instead and shouted, “stop! Stop!” I couldn’t see clearly but I think it was an animal. With the high speed down the slope, I couldn’t think of hitting the breaks it was as if the wagon has taken control of itself. Within no time, I swiveled the wheel to the right and immediately back to the left. I thought at first that I have managed to