Kirsten Clark: A Short Story

There are many things in life that shape us to become what the world has destined for us to be. Just a single action can trigger a widespread chain of lifelong changes sometimes for the better and other times for the worse. These changes ultimately make us who we are and who we will become. There are many life stories of people who have made choices that make them exactly who they are today, but below I will tell you about mine.

Skylar Domonique Clark. I was supposed to named Veola Shyanne after my great great grandmother, she died when I was 8 years old. But my mother her name is Ameka changed my name she thought it was an old name. When I was about 4 or 5 years old I started to have problems with my asthma it stopped me from playing with other kids and me being a kid without me being sick. I had to take steroids for my lungs because they had gotten worse. But a couple of months later my lungs were healed properly but I still had asthma. And a couple of years later I had learned how to ride a bike but let me tell you it was the best time of my life. Even tho my mom was scared to teach me,

“Okay so we found the bullet, but we need to get it out before it causes more bleeding, so I’m gonna give you some medicine to go to sleep, and when you awake you will be bullet-less and all bandaged up.” The doctor said.

“Why doesn’t it hurt?” he mumbles to himself, looking down. He doesn’t feel like he’s been shot. The blood confirms that he has, but there’s no pain. The only thing he’s felt at all was a sensation like being punched, when the bullet first went in. And his legs are falling asleep from the strange position he has them in. That’s all.

Hi! Im am Kirsten Renee Watts I am the daughter of Nikki and Ross Watts. My instagram name is _kirsten_watts__ also on Facebook under Kirsten Watts and Twitter @11Kirsten_Watts. I go to Troy Buchanan while playing varsity softball and basketball. I am also apart in the Troy FFA Chapter in which leads me show pigs at the Lincoln County Fair. I was recently inducted into the National Honors Society and am highly into our student council at Troy. I attend Journey Church and my passion for god is only growing. I have my own style I can dress athletic one day but have a casual but preppy outfit on the next day my outfits could be considered the “pinterest outfits”. I am dreaming of a photo shoot on the farm that I live on and or a place that is

I shot him dead first, right through the heart. Just like I killed the possum few months back.” Tim said in an aggravated tone, getting fed up. Louise paled when she heard that. When did Tim kill a possum? And where the hell did he get a gun from. Louise faintly heard the doctor tell Tim that Ian did, in fact, shoot him, but Louise had blocked out everything. Kirsty’s death finally catching up to her. This whole situation was finally getting to her. Hearing that Tim had shot Ian and killed a poor innocent possum, this was all too much. Louise didn’t even realise she had started screaming hysterically, her hands almost shattering the arms of the chair and her knuckles going white. She was as stiff as a board. Louise could no longer hear Doctor Smith, she could no longer see Tim’s pale skin and dark eyes. Louise collapsed, she just laid curled into a ball on the ground screaming. All around her nurses were rushing, trying to sedate her. Finally someone did sedate her and everything went quiet. Tim had also passed out, but not before repeatedly saying Kirsty’s name like it was his own personal mantra and the Doctor deciding that both Tim and Louise needed a psych

When it comes to finding the time to handle everything involved in work, family and everything else, sometimes their don 't seem to be enough hours in our day. This becomes more difficult when you find yourself lacking the energy you need to get through each day. Coffee is a cheap fix that many of us use to get up and going, but there are additional steps we can take to ensure we have the physical and mental energy we need to ensure we don 't neglect any important aspect of our lives.

“I… I’m sorry, I can’t let you die.” She pressed the cold barrel of the gun

Tom fired his musket at another british soldier. He gasped in pain as a bullet dug into his shoulder, throwing him to the ground. Red, hot blood dripped from his arm. He winced in pain and clenched his jaw. Tom grabbed his shoulder in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. He began to slip into unconsciousness as he lost more blood.

“You look like total shit today. What happened?” Gilbert sighed, taking a glance up from his gun.

Case Study #1 1. The diagnosis for Kristen is “Generalized Anxiety Disorder.” 2. The sources of distress are her faulty cognitions which had led to the presence of symptom including constant worrying about unrealistic fears such as job loss, providing for her children and homelessness. Being restlessness, having difficulty concentrating, insomnia due to thoughts keeping her awake occurred daily for the past eight months.

A jolt of pain shot through Avi’s leg as Meg’s slight frame crashed into Avi’s sore body, making her grunt, and glance down at her leg, only then realizing that a rough looking bandage was tied around her calf. “Oh, I’m sorry.” Meg gasped, pulling away. “Are you okay?” She looked down at Avi’s leg.

“In fifteen years, there’s been only one person who’s ever gotten the drop on me.” He angled his head back, not daring to look at the gunmen, letting the mystery unfold before him. He’s a wait-and-see man, she knows he always has been. Careful consideration, and exertion at the right moments; he’d taught her that and it’d been a hard lesson to learn. Not the hardest, but certainly hard. “And I know that person’s dead.”

“I 'm so sorry I have to be the one to tell you, but your parents are in the hospital, and I am simply their nurse.” The lady explained. Becky sat there paralyzed, not knowing what to do.

The shooter had already fired several rounds before he made his way to the 502nd; stopped his vehicle, pointed his weapon at Paul and fired two rounds. Thankfully, he missed. Both rounds impacted the building just above and behind Paul’s Sergeant and he. Paul said “Dad, I looked right at him and he raised his weapon and fired. I ducked behind the door and I felt the bullets go by... They hit the wall right next to me” His Sergeant and he scrambled inside the building and watched helplessly as their fellow Soldiers were attacked at the 1st Medical Brigade across the street. As soon as the shooter left, he and many other Soldiers began providing first aid where they could. Minutes later the shooter lay dead in front of Paul’s barracks. Paul’s life, my life and everyone’s lives involved will never be the