Lillie Stewart: A Short Story

If everything proceed well, and I'm able to take this test successfully as required by the NYS rules next week, PLEASE, taking into account the fact the failure to get this done before end of the September is not solely my fault, and I did my best to cooperate in that

To ward off boredom while she waits, Clemmy Sue slaps the earphones over her ears, turns the CD player to full volume, and closes her eyes and begins to sing along with Dolly Parton. In no time at all, she fell asleep and when she awoke twenty minutes later, she begins to wonder why Estelle Louise had not returned. Therefore, she decides to drive over to the mailbox and check on her. Much to her surprise, the mailbox and Estelle Louise are not there. With darting eyes, she searches the area and soon discovers that Estelle Louise’s home is on fire. Panicking, she drives in a maniacal frenzy, up Estelle Louise’s slippery driveway. Within sight of the burning house, she slams the brakes, and the truck slid into the middle of Estelle Louise’s flowerbed and stops. Frantically, she dials nine-one-one, to inform them that a large, white, delivery box truck had driven straight through

When I sat down, removed my calculator, three number two pencils, and my admission ticket, I started to relax more and more. As the supervisor of the classroom handed out the book of questions along with the answer sheet, I thought to myself, “what if I get a bad score like before?” I knew I wasn’t the best test taker, but I just had to keep telling myself to try my hardest and just see how it goes. As the supervisor said “you have 45 minutes to complete this section of the test, you may start,” I gripped the pencil with my hand, and began to read the question and fill in the best answer of four options.

Tracie couldn't believe that she was caught up in such a crazy predicament while on her way to the alter. She really loved Sean, but the way Bola was making her feel she couldn't resist. His hand slowly rubbed up her thighs and pulled down her garter.

Growing impatient, the day finally came, the test results were online. I logged on to my student portal anxious, hesitant, and excited all at once. When I clicked the button that read View Test Results, I saw that I had not passed my 10th grade reading FCAT. I immediately burst into tears. Not only was I disappointed in myself, but this would be my very first time failing the FCAT. The year I needed to pass it so that I would not have to take it again, was the year I failed. I had went into a depressed mode ever since I found out I

Early friday afternoon, on January 9th, Lassana Bathily was simply a Muslim man working in a Kosher supermarket, an immigrant trying to stay in France. Within a few hours, he proved himself a hero; within a few weeks, a citizen. Every major news outlet honoring his actions, coverage of Bathily and the Charlie Hebdo attacks seemed unavoidable as the new year began. A Muslim man from a small town in Mali, he emmgrated to France at age fifteen to pursue better education opportunities. He obtained a working licence, but longed to become a citizen of the country that he loved. Bathily is a hero because he was able to maintain composure in an extraordinary situation, his actions benefited humanity regardless of race or religion, and he was willing to risk himself to save others. In early January, the world screeched to a halt, anxiously awaiting news on the Charlie Hebdo attacks. The three day sequence of events resulted in seventeen deaths, a number that would have been close to doubled if not for Bathily.

Zoey awoke from her well deserved slumber in her first class of the day, being awoken by Mrs. Serrano yelling "Zoey"! "Mrs. Serrano" she retorted sleeplessly, trying to sit up to the best of her ability. "Do you know why George killed Lennie out of love"? "Can I ask a question? Who's Lennie" she inquired in all seriousness. "If you had been reading the book you would know" she snapped and moved onto the next person before I could answer.

Isabella and Carter continue taking shots and drinking other beverages. Time passes and they are both intoxicated.

"Quickly bring the finest robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet.

I did meet my goal score. I don't plan on retaking the test at the moment. However, after I do a little more research

Bone chilled wintry night of October seventh oak leaf's been taken in the whirling north wind. Where stagnant street lights displayed an evil glitch, Stood a woman with hair color as the night moon. Lip color of a lover's rose. Skin a pleasant olive tone, eyes of topaz. She had often been seen on the most unusual hours, as she would casually hum the most beautiful tune which some would say as a sound of an angel singing.

“Can’t you do anything to fix her legs? Make her walk again?” Orion had asked the healer.

Wynonna Knew she could be walking into trouble, but that was all part of her life and half the fun. Most woman would have been content to stay at home, marry, have children, work the farm, and serve their husbands and family all their lives. Thankfully despite her families best efforts Wynonna was able to avoid such a fate. It would have stifled her spirit, and left her feeling trapped like an animal in a cage. She needed the freedom to be who she wanted, even if that meant getting into trouble. Her life may be a hot mess at the moment, but still she'd never trade a day of it. Besides why regret what could not be changed?

What would life be like if you packed your bags and just left the comfort of your home and went somewhere to challenge who you are as an individual. Would life be better if you lived in a different country or would it make you more grateful of the blessings you have that others do not. What if someone walked up to you and said its time to test who you are? Would you accept the challenge or would you walk away.

have always been the type of person to learn from my failures, and to try my absolute hardest to improve after them. One of my most memorable failures was with AP U.S. History, which I took Sophomore year. Like many of the other students, I was very laid back coming into class in the fall of 2014. I recall the lecture that our teacher, Mr. Hohenstein, gave us about keeping up with work and studying for tests. He specifically told us that you wouldn’t pass unless you gave your one-hundred percent. Despite all the important details and life lessons in his lecture, I didn’t heed most of his advice. After a few weeks had passed, our first test came around the corner. I thought that I was prepared, due to spending a couple of hours studying the