This is the story of Jill and me, Nick. Jill is a 12 year old girl who lives in the United States of America. Jill is an average girl with an A-B grade-point average she has blue eyes and a mix between brown and black hair. You're wondering about me? you'll learn about me later. “Hello Jill. My name’s Nick, short for Nicholas.” I suddenly thought to Jill. “Who’s in my head?” Jill thought back “Oh you don't know me,” I thought. “Nobody alive does” “I got to get up and get something to eat.” Jill mumbled to herself. “Dang I didn't get any sleep last night.” Jill thought “No you got plenty of sleep now go eat.” I thought to Jill “I’m going to ignore you if you boss me around.”Jill Telepathically responded. “Can we please eat? I’m famished.”
Thank you for your response and question. I could only hope that her family would notice she was not home. Now, how long would it take? I think maybe a few days depending on if she had things around the house that she had to do. I don’t know any other outcomes that come to mind when Connie is basically being forced in to this guy’s car to be driven to only god knows where to possibly be raped or murdered all because she was getting any kind of affection from her mother and aunt who were too busy comparing Connie to her sister. I wish we could have known how long has the house and Connie’s family been watch by this guy. I kind of wish this story had a better ending or maybe an alternate ending where she was able to get away and get help or Arnold’s
Hello my name is Madelyn Johnson, I attend Bartels Middle School and am a 11 years old. I have played ball ever since I was little and fell in love with it instantly. I would watch the Brewers all the time and they give me motivation. I really appreciate how many of the activities are involved around children. I wish I could go to more games in the summer.
- He offered me to take the blame, but I know that did not kill Jill and that man. I could not. I loved Jill - contritely said the man and shut by the hands face. - I saw how he killed her and was unable to help ... no one believes me, and ye believe not. So why come? Convince me that I is guilty? - Tom shouted loudly and dramatically jumped out of bed, his face was purple, his eyes were bloodshot, the veins on his neck swelled and began to throb. - And all because you find it easier to shift the blame on me, than to find the
A great story! I first got a little bored when it was said that Jill’s father died, because this is not a very surprising plot, but your descriptions later really made a difference. Jill’s reaction was so real and I like how she finally talked to her mom, I mean the tear and the choke. Also you did a great job describing the setting and the change of the setting, from the warm and comfortable to cold and biting. This change fits well with the change of Jill’s mind and actually reinforced how she was influenced by the tragedy. Something you may want to know is I am a little bit confused when you switch to tell the office and thoughts of Joseph. It kind of broke the consistency of the description of Jill. Also there are a lot of background information
“William! Get back here! You know that’s Melinda’s land!” Carefree young William raced through the field, closing in on Melinda´s apple orchard. Melinda was the evil fairy who owned 25 acres just outside the town. On her land was an orchard. In this orchard grew the finest apples in all of England. These large, sweet apples were desired by any who laid eyes on them. The only problem was Melinda… She cursed anyone who dared step foot on her land, especially her cherished apple orchard.
Alicia is a fairly tall individual standing at 1.78 with a slim body not weighing more then 76 kg. With her height coming mainly in her legs she often towers over people. Her arms are of a regular length going down to her hips. Her hands are very small almost too small in fact because of this she will often hide her hands from others when she can. Her hands aren't the only small part of her her feet and follow the same pattern. She has been wearing the same size shoes since she was 13 a fact she often tries to hide by buying larger shoe sizes and stuffing them hoping no one notices.
Sarah-Alice was in the football field as she smiled happy to be back at Long Beach High after a long summer knowing how that right now this is a new year to start. She then saw the cheerleaders for the first time only to then say,"Alright I need you girls to start doing five laps and then some stretches so we can practice some routines before our Football team comes." She then saw her team start to do her laps while she took her coat only to then show her workout outfit since it was now eighty degrees out. Sarah-Alice then smiled as she ran with her team only to do some stretches until the girls were staring at the team. She then had her eyes caught on one certain god in human form. She knew on the back of his shirt said Winchester so she knew
“Hello, my names Katherine Clark. I couldn’t help, but notice how amazing you did up there. Give me a call some time.”
I remember walking through the doors of my high school and feeling a mixture of dread and excitement settle heavily somewhere between my throat and my gut. This was not the first time, nor the last time that I experienced what most people would call butterflies, except in my case it felt more like the butterflies were nukes playing tag, and the aftershocks were giving me the shakes. Due to my inability to talk to my fellow classmates without feeling like a leaf in the middle of a hurricane, I came to the conclusion that the only way to get rid of this fear was to face it head on, so that’s exactly what I did.
It was December fourth, two thousand fourteen; a sad, scary day for sure. This day was the day Amy LaVancha was diagnosed with cancer. Hodgkin's Lymphoma cancer. Though this cancer has an eighty six percent survival rate after five years, it was still super scary.
ill fucking kill you bitch if you don't stop talking shit behind my back you dirty tart. You be suck all sort of dick my boy and I gonna expose your bitch ass if you don't stop. maybe ill brake your fucking family's knees in. I'm not going to fuck around anymore you fucking dirty ass bitch, another thing you owe me money you hoe. bitch I got niggas that are willing to beat your ass.........
I have been watching her for weeks, and today was the big day, the day I took her to become a part of my perfect family. When I first seen her in the flower shop buying Lilly’s I knew she was the best candidate to join my family of flowers. A beauty like her, I knew she just had to be the purest woman to ever exist, could replace my last Lilly any day, it being said, the last Lilly was not as pure as I hoped, and sadly I had to put that beloved family member of mine down. I also wanted her to be Lily because she was the most stunning woman I had ever seen with her chocolatey brown eyes and her short curvy body. Today she was wearing her club clothes, which was a tight dress that was also a little too short, it was a little skimpy, but it was
When Roxy, my mother, informed me of the switch that occurred between Chambers and myself, I didn’t believe her. I called her a “blatherskite”, a “devil”, a “beast”, and many other names I am not very proud of (39 Twain). Also, it was extremely out of the blue as well. Roxy had just returned from her steamboat, the Grand Mogul, in which she was a cabin maid for eight years on and she directed me to meet her at the old haunted house. This is the location in which she apprised me of your most recent discovery. Originally, I expected to be largely impacted by the gain of this knowledge. I began to question myself, my actions, and my thoughts as if everything I was doing was wrong. I felt as if I shouldn’t have received all of the white privileges
CHARACTER ONE - Emily Emily is one of the main characters in the book, and she is having trouble controlling her powers that her amulet has given her. She is having nightmares about it. She is having more power than she can handle, and she is trying to stay fun and like herself while having all that power. Would I like to get to know this person better? : Yes!
I grew up in a family where cultural tyranny exist. Since little I grew up knowing the role of a women was different from a men. Where the women is just a housewife and does all the chores around the house and take care of the kids. In the other hand, the men just work to bring the money and food to the table. For example, I haven’t seen my dad do any chores around the house because he thinks that is a women’s job. If there was anything that had to be done that is supposed to be by women. My dad will tell me or my sister to do it because he uses the excuse that he is a man and he can’t to it. Also when I wanna go somewhere with my friends. I can’t really go alone unless if my younger sister goes with me and there can’t be no males within the group. I can’t