Lisse: A Short Story

Clarisse was forgotten, she wasn’t remembered. She was gone. Simply gone. Due to the rumor Mildred spread around town, many believed Clarisse had unfortunately died in a car accident. Others created their own fictional story of Clarisse’s mysterious disappearance. Those who ignored her had no idea that she was gone, or that she even existed in the first place. However, few knew the real story behind Clarisse and what really happened after her so called “car accident”.

Nick was there when Dulce was eating breakfast, smiling at him, and laughing at the jokes Nick thought was stupid, but Dulce thought they were clever. Nick were there when she was asking the old woman to pet her dog, and Nick saw the happiness in Dulce’s eyes when she said yes. Nick were there when she was over the moon with joy because her half-assed essay got a eighty-five percent. Nick wasn’t there when Dulce tried to cut open her wrists with push pins and when she gulped down a handful of sleeping pills.

Having parents that tried so hard to set themselves apart from society, all while struggling to earn money, had an impact on their children's lives, and it wasn't for the better. These children lived to struggle. With a bad home life, and parents that didn't seem to care for them enough, Jeannette, Brian, Maureen, and Lori Walls all eventually moved away from their careless parents, to New York. Although it took time for Lori and Jeannette Walls to save up what little money they had, due to the fact that the father continually stole it, they were able to move to New York successfully. Later in the memoir, their parents also decide to move there, except they don't try to better their lives like their

Lula began working as a housekeeper for several white families and Edward started several successful businesses including a painting company and a laundry mat. Neither Lula, nor Edward went to college. Though he tried several times to get into one. Lula and Edward then had six kids and were occupied with raising their three girls and three boys. Lula tried to raise her family in a loving home unlike the one she remembers. She worked hard to hide the abuse she would later experience from her husband who became an alcoholic and suffered from PTSD. Lula instead focused on giving her children every opportunity that had been denied her. She might have coddled her children a bit too much. Now all of them are grown and most of them are self-sufficient and successful with families of their own. But a few of them are still interdependent. Lula continues to work as a housekeeper and caretaker for the a white family and her

All summer, I had been practicing for wrestling. I was getting better every day, it seemed like. So I decided, to go to a wrestling dual in La Junta. The excitement, was pumping through my body like blood.My coach asked me, “are you ready for today.” I replied “yes coach I always am.”So we start going on the road, it was a fun trip like it usually is. We arrive, and It was as hot as a stove outside. And we have a couple hours to relax, so I lay down and talk to my teammates for a while.

Simone Simon could never forget the day the tall, burly Baltimore county policeman, named Jim Barclay, pounded on the family's front door in Sparks, Maryland. It was Saturday, October 13th, 2000. The interruption came without warning, propelling the household into a state of perpetual turmoil. The time was exactly nine-thirty a.m. Simone knew this because while the knock commanded her attention, she still managed to shift her eyes from the mahogany entry door to the chrome-plated clock hanging on the dining room wall. She still remembered vividly how the knock made her jump as it vibrated through her chest. It reminded Simone of the blast heard from the WW1 cannon during the reenactment of the battle of Gettysburg she attended in elementary

What does change mean? For most it means going beyond the norm and for some it can be

20 years ago marching all the way from Argentina to Brazil downing everything in sight. We finally found what looks like heaven in our eyes. We weren't the biggest in the jungle, but we took over everything, nothing stopped us. Whatever got in our way we destroyed and took over. Until, we finally came across with someone who was smart enough to put up a good fight. His name was Leiningen, the only man who has ever defeated us. We put up a good fight, but Leiningen was too intelligent to defeat.

“The Prodigy has put on a show tonight!” the announcer says, when the 18 year old all star center scored his third goal of the night. The kid’s got everything going for him, a nice house outside Toronto, Ontario, parents who both have money, and a god given talent on the ice. He’s out there for the final minute of the game, up 3-2 after his third goal gave them the lead. His job, protect the lead and win the game. He wins the face-off, gets the puck back from his linemate, and cuts in over the blue line. As he approaches the net, he dodges a hit, but the defender falls on the outside of his knee, collapsing it as he took the shot. The tv broadcaster yells “OTTERS GOAL! What a play by Laflamme!... Uh oh, he’s having trouble getting up folks.” Laflamme gets up slowly, favoring his left leg as he skated back to center ice to finish the last 12 seconds of the game. His coach, however, called him to the bench to sit him down. “Great job bud. You did what we needed.” Coach Wilson said. Thomas replied, hiding his

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.

Lela wouldn’t say that moving to the Bronx wasn’t a great idea but she thought it. The only good thing that came from moving was her best friend, Jake and even that wasn’t everything she thought it would be. Jake wasn’t the problem, she loved Jake, he was great. The problem was his mom, Mrs. Johnson. Lela wasn’t a troublemaker. She got good grades, was a good influence, did everything she was supposed to and more, but that had nothing to do with the fact that Mrs. Johnson didn’t like her. Mrs. Johnson didn’t like Lela because Lela was white.

A silence fell over Cleo. She’d not given the outcome much thought. She knew it meant she’d have to become something more than a sister: A surget mother.

“I am Briseis De Blanc, beta to the Red Eyed Pack of Lousiana descended from one of the oldest packs known to wolf. At one time we had run with both Lupen and Loule and called them friends,” she stepped closer to Alwyn so that their torsos touched. “But that is not a story for now. I was told stories as a child of great fighting between all packs. Many were wiped out and others struggled to survive. My pack survived by calling to Loule and asking him for aide,” Briseis leaned in and sniffed the crook of Alwyn’s neck and released a deep growl. “We did so again when Hale butchered us and ours for living with humans in our pack. Lupen would not answer our calls, so my father called to Loule … and … he answered. That day guardians, warriors, trackers,

Ding, ding, ding. “There’s the bell lets go to our lockers.” Delaney mumbled, to Senturi and Kate.

In the beginning of the life of one of the most significant female scientist to date, there was obscurity. Born in Vienna, Austria on November 7th of 1878 during turmoil of war and persecution that would seem to not cease throughout her life, she was bound to surpass her limitations as a necessity to prosper the scientific status. Born the third child out of eight in a Jewish family, she still was not one to go unnoticed or to be persuaded, as a strong minded individual tends to be. At the time of her birth, her family was fairly wealthy, and though of Jewish background, did not practice the religious beliefs of the Jewish heritage. This meant that although she was Austrian in nationality, her ancestors practiced the Jewish way of life, yet it was not as discernable in Meitner or her direct family. Her mother Hedwig Skovran, a musician, was not well known but of enough skill to continue the occupation, while her father, Philipp Meitner, was a lawyer and a master of chess. Her siblings, much like her parents, grew up to be detached from the Jewish culture, which would lead them towards Christianity during a time of maltreatment of those of Jewish features or religion. This change of religious beliefs would be reflected in Meitner as well in 1908 at the age of thirty as she converted to the Lutheran church. This change of religious practice would not make a difference after the rise of Hitler, which catalyzed the already present disfavor towards the