Manteno, Illinois: A Short Story

It was any other Ole Miss basketball game. I had gotten my box of popcorn and a huge, cold, fizzy coca-cola. I was in the same seat I always was, between my sister and my dad, and I had the same humongous guy sitting right in front of me. Even though I was only 7 and wasn’t actually sure what was going on, I still wanted to see what was happening! Of course, I wasn’t going to ask this person to move, I had no idea who he was but, that didn’t last much longer.

In summary, on 11/13/17 at 2138 hours Ofc. Ellison #207 and I were patrolling the area of 5200 W Roosevelt Rd., at which time I observed vehicle (00’ Ford IL Q278138) traveling eastbound with no rear registration plate light.

There are a lot of things to consider before making a career changes, especially one as big as uprooting yourself from the business world in a major city to moving to rural farmland, learning a new trade from the bottom up. It is crucial to research your options before making any decisions. The advice from your colleagues in the text does bring up some really good points. If the article in The Wall Street Journal holds to be true, now would be an excellent time to get into the farming business producing corn crops if there is going to be an increased demand for corn to produce corn-based ethanol as a gasoline substitute. If there will be an increase in the demand for corn, the

The reason I’m on the baby train is to get my new awesome sick house. It’s at a place in Oregon called Gravity Falls. The reason I got this new house is because I was in a gang and another gang bullied my house and destroyed it. It will take me 2 weeks to get to Oregon, and right now I’m in just leaving Michigan and entering Indiana. The man starts to sing Christmas music now and now he singing louder than he was before. Just as he started singing we went down the steep mountain and the man didn’t have his seatbelt on. I tried to warn him but he couldn’t hear me because of his loud singing. I had to hurry and put the man’s seatbelt on before he died, and as I was putting his seatbelt on the train hit a hard right. Luckily I put the seatbelt on just in time and then continue looking out the

A single lock of his golden-brown hair dips slightly, just enough to tip his eyebrow. As he smiles his frosted, yet cheery blue eyes widen, they glisten under the bright stage lights. He squeezes me gently and I squeeze back. It’s that sad time again when I must say goodbye to my Michigan hero, Ronel.

This is only for first term though. Typically there will be a few rehearsals between the end of first term, and Christmas break just to keep up with everything we fixed up to then. Even before Christmas break is over we start “hell week.” This is the first week in January where there is practice every night from 6:00 to 9:00 p.m. Then starting after hell week there are rehearsals every Thursday from 6:00 to 9:00 p.m. for west connection. Compared to high school, middle school show choir practices and rehearsals are slim, yet they do have some similarities.

Slam! The door behind us slams shut because one of the idiotic crew members forgot I told Steven to be a look out and only four of us were going in. It was Lucy, Frank, Josh, and I going into the Bushnell Police Department. We were in need of ammo or just some type of weapons. Lucy had a crowbar, Frank had a wood baseball bat with nails in it, Josh had a Katana but it was on its last stand, and I had a Glock 19 with two bullets and an old pipe I found when we went through ST.Louis. We are heading north because the “infected” can’t move well when it is cold outside and it helps more if it is snowing. But we ran into a problem. Josh needs a new weapon and Frank got bit on the leg. When someone gets bit they only last about 20 hours then they get a fever, stomach ache, sharp pains in the back or stomach area, and many more problems. So that leaves us here, in a police station with a guy who can turn into an infected any second. Plus we don’t know who or what is inside the station. People that are alive say infected are more of an easy target than humans. We are only 7 meters into the station and I seen something move down the hall. I brought up my gun so that it was eye height with me. We slowly walked down the hall looking from one room to another. Once we got to the end of the station, near the back where they kept the cells, we seen him. It looked like a young boy maybe 17-18 years of age.

Have you ever woke up from the same noise every day that puts you in a grumpy mood? You hit the snooze button and you go back to closing your eyes and start dreaming. You wake up 20 minutes later and hear in a loud scream, “You are going to miss the bus honey!” You quickly jump out of bed and chug the milk and leave your hair tangled and messy. Do you ever wish that school can start at a later time so you can still be sleeping?

I was in a group called Beta Club. We were all at a camp called Sound To Sea. It was time for the camp fire. Fourth and fifth graders surrounded the growing fire in the pit. My friends and I were standing up on the benches screaming “You can’t ride in my little red wagon”, with everybody repeating that chant back to us. I was so excited to spend time with all my best friends. And trust me you could tell I was excited by the smile on my face. As the chants grew

We finally found a place to park and I jumped out of the truck into a mud puddle that was just deep enough to add some icy slush to the inside of my ankle boots. We walked up towards the dining hall and noticed there was quite a line of people. While standing and waiting, a grumpy volunteer as old as the church was asking people how many were in their group, taking names and telling the children to calm down or they wouldn't get any pie. Perhaps she thought she was being cute but she was scaring peoples kids.

You’re walking through SIUE halls in peck hall, and then someone just jumps out singing and dancing on this joyous occasion. Does something like that really happen? No! There is a lot of hard work that goes into something like that, and glee portrays it all wrong. All the hard work that goes into it like: cleaning the choreography, learning the voice parts, and the many hours of practice. In a recent article by spark notes, in reality 90% of choir kids are theater geeks and really want to help train their voices, while in glee it seems like they just sing then go to the Gym. Show choir is so much more than just busting out in song; it’s about making friendship doing something you really love to do and to make a lasting impression on someone’s life. If we continue to let glee gives us the idea of what show choir is, then the real show choir world will fall into a myth.

The next and most insulting thing that they do is insult my music by saying “That’s Gay!” and proceed change the radio to a channel of their liking. What comes next is what I can only describe as loud noises and yelling. My thoughts immediately begin to question how much the sound system in the car can take, and after a few versus, I begin to doubt how much my ear drums can handle. As the boys begin to roar along, they start to rock in their seats, and the next sight makes my eyes bleed almost every

We were in the car and my little cousin was extremely annoying, so I almost threw him out the window, but I didn't because it was tremendously scorching, which leads to the reason on why we went to the Water Park. We got to the parking lot and the vision of the Water Park didn't exceed with my expectations because I thought it would be much bigger. The only thing that ruined it for me is my cousin peed on the side of my aunt's tire and I bolted to the entrance, so I couldn't see. There were fifteen tickets and it took about an hour because the scanner wasn't working and it kept shutting off after each ticket. Luckily, I was first, so I just went through not caring about anyone or anything and got our seats.

Waking up on the weekdays at my dorm is little to no fun. I usually wake up exhausted or overwhelmed with a number of things I have planned throughout the school day. I hesitantly reach over to my nightstand to grave my iPhone, to which honestly sometimes I am so tired I accidentally turn off the annoying ring from my alarm that just sounds at 8 am like church bells ringing right next to my ears. If I do accidentally turn off my alarm which seems to happen a lot recently, I get woken up my roommate Julieta’s screams in the shower at 8:45 am, telling me to wake up, “Johana you’re going to be late to class wake up!!” Even though those screams don't help my morning headaches at all, they do force me to open my heavy eyelids to the sunlight coming through the blinds.

On the way home I edited the video that my took.I was nervous to post the video, what if kids thought it was fake.But I posted it anyway.then I head a tunk tunk sound. My Mom pulled the car over.