Kenny sped down the steep flight of stairs, starving. The scent of freshly cooked pancakes made his mouth water as he tried to eat up the scent. He opened his mouth, letting the comforting scent bathe his tongue. As he was caught up in whiffing up as much of the delicious bread-like smell, he tripped over his own foot. He went tumbling down the stairs. To his luck, there were only three or four stairs left.
I remember him saying ‘Racquet back, turn sideways, step in when you hit the ball’ my dad said, I remembered those three fundamentals forever. Hi there, I'm Christine Marie Evert, most people know me as Chris Evert. When I was a child my 4 siblings helped me become who I am today and that's why I'm such a world wide known professional tennis player. But most of all it was my two parents, Jimmy and Colette, that made me who I am today. My parents also taught me how to raise kids of my own, which I had 3 children in fact. You're probably wondering how old I am, well right now I'm 63. I always loved Christmas and my birthday because I got a lot of presents because they were so close to each other as a matter of fact 13 days apart. I started
First of all I was in my dark room with the only light being my t.v, I playing Xbox with my friend Skylar, we were playing Rainbow Six Siege a counter terrorism shooter. It was a late on a dark, stormy night, it was bomb objective and only I was left on the team to face five other enemies defusing the bomb and I slowly and stealthy with his silenced pistol picked off about two enemies outside the objective roaming and then pulled out his primary the 416-C Assault Rifle and went in blazing in the objective and his heart was racing he picked off another two enemies and that’s when he began guarding the defuser waiting to find the last enemy. “Can you search cams Skylar?” I asked Skylar.
After walking in on his sub cheating on him with the security guard, Taden McIntire had decided it was time to make a change. He wanted to have a life where he didn’t hate himself at the end of the day like he did working on Wall Street. Reading an advertisement for new entrepreneurs in the small southern town of Cedar Falls, Taden decided to roll the dice and move.
It was a dismal, January day when Jackson Edge first arrived at Lanceton secondary. Right away, everyone knew he was out to start trouble. However, no one knew what his first move was going to be. He always had a look, a look of hatred, that he carried with him wherever he went. He could’ve been upset by the fact that he was at a new school with no friends halfway through the school year. Or, he could’ve been upset for whatever other reason. However, we did know one thing; Jackson Edge was going to grow and make a name for himself at our school, and he will soon go from the depths of the high school food chain, all the way to the top.
After checking on dinner Katt calls for KeVonna. the youngest of the girls however she was 9 years older than Kyngston the baby boy. Happy to be called away from her sisters bickering over who helped the most in the house. Knowing She never could seriously argue on her own behalf. "Yeah momma!" she gleamed as she looked at the food being prepared. her large eyes smiling with excitement. under a huge messy bun of curly hair were plump cheeks on a round face helped convey a youthful look of innocence. She was skilled at using it o her advantage as Katt found it difficult to look at her and stay angry. KeVonna having to always say what's on her mind without thinking usually got away with it. actually everyone let her get away with a lot of things.
“Anthony were playing carpet hockey there is no reason to get all worked up because you’re losing to James” Kevin explained. “Just resume the game it's 4-1 and were playing to 5 as you both know”
Mark Depsey III is the president of the country club social committee, making him and his wife ranked at the top of the socialite hierarchy.
"I'm fine baby, it was you I was worried about." With his arms on her shoulders, Richard peered into Lexi's eyes, and gritted his teeth at the tears that dripped down his cheeks. What happened to her whilst he'd been fucking around, waiting for darkness to come?" Now wasn't the time to ask, and although a rage, directed at Karl Williams, exacerbated by the memories of his own treatment at the hands of the many many years ago, consumed him, and led to the thought of , despited his questions and fears, of streaming through the closed door, and confronting him and Blair Huntington to demand their freedom. However, common-sense overrode emotions and with Lexi clutching on to his hand, he wiped a tear gently from her cheek, and followed her to the
Jack Foster was a dreamer. He liked searching the shelves in the local bookstore, exchanging a brief smile with the old man behind the counter from time to time. There was a certain twinkle in his eyes as he sat down by an old oak tree and began reading. He valued the kind of simplicity offered by fictional worlds. The black words scribbled across the page had the power to transport him anywhere. He could be anything — a struggling doctor, a secret agent, a tyrant king in a far off land —and for a few moments every day, Jack forgot about the dreaded letter he had received a few weeks ago. He had been working overtime at Wilson's Market, stocking the shelves and admiring the beautiful brunette behind cash register three. His heart pounds against
Brendon is in the motel room after a show. They're in northern Oregon, and there's
Entry: Since hiking has been going on Ky and I have been getting closer to each other. I noticed one day he was making curvy shapes with his fingers in the dirt on the hill. I asked what he has doing and he said he was writing like people used to. People do not write anymore because they do not know how. All they know is how to type. Ever since that day Ky has been teaching me how to write. One that day I noticed when he was writing, he showed me how to write the letter C. At first I was not very good but I have been getting better, just not as well as Ky. About a week later Xander and I go on our first date with an Official monitoring our behavior. I wish the Official wouldn’t of gone because it would’ve given a chance for Xander and I to
It all started when one morning, when there was something under the carpet. I was the one who fixed the problem, but instead of a pat on the back, the ending turned out otherwise. Me and my seven siblings were all asleep. My mom and dad were downstairs running around, jumping from couch, to couch, this was not just any old night. I was then woke up, by a loud ear piercing screech, from the living room.
This your lost cousin Amari. As you must have heard my village was visited by white strangers. We greeted them with food and music and dancing. But they did not come for a visit. They took out their fire sticks and shot the elder chief, and everyone in the village except the teenagers. They killed my mother and father and shot Kwasi as we were escaping the battle. I could not longer fight without a family and they took me and everyone else hostage. We were defeated and chained us together from our necks and feet. We struggled to walk as they whipped us for tripping and barely gave us food or water. Those who survived the journey made it to a city where we were caged like animals. I met a woman named Afi. She gave me advice and comfort me a
“It was my fault, okay?” His statement caused her to halt. She attempted to look at him again but her eyes focused on the clouds above his head. He stuffed his hands in his pockets before sauntering away. His hand fiddled with the wallet. She dragged herself to her dorm; her hatred for herself grew. She crossed her arms over her chest, thinking about how incredibly stupid she was. She replayed the encounter in her mind, rewriting the entire event to fit an embarrassment free one. As she blamed herself, her thief found himself at his quiet area on campus. While sitting on a bench, he examined the wallet. A tattered, russet leather wallet with ‘Marcy’ embroidered on it with blue bubble letters. He ran his index finger along each letter, tracing
It’s 9 a.m and I’m patting my face so hard with a sponge covered in foundation that I might just bruise. My cousin and I were getting ready to go shopping. I pulled on my favorite outfit which consisted of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. I knew my mom would rather see me in dresses so I head over to the kitchen to taunt her with my plain outfit. I walk in ready to “WOW” her but instead I’m greeted with the pale and worried face of someone who’s seen a ghost. I knew that after everything this would show me that change is something that happens in life. We just have to learn to adapt to it.