Mr. Neck-Personal Narrative

“Rome, Paris, London. Maybe I could stay for more than a semester and not come back until graduation.” Reality is Grace Collier is just a highschool girl that wanted to have a fun night with her friends at a party drinking. This party consisted of her four main friends and others but in particular, Zac being god’s gift to laurel Point and Grace’s ex boyfriend from just a couple days of dating. Miranda was one of Grace’s best friend but she liked Zac. Lindsey was also Grace’s best friend. Finally Ian was Zac’s best friend and teammate on the lacrosse team.

It was 9:00 at night when the crime happened, but 5:30 a.m. the next day was when we got the case. I am detective Kilburn and I have been called to solve it. The suspects we have for Mr. Boddy's death are Colonel Mustard, Mrs. Peacock, Mr. Green, and Mrs. White. Today is January 27, 1957 and I live in the lovely place of London. I started to read the case file about how Mr. Boddy was found and it was apparently one of his maids that reported it. There just might be a connection.

Last weekend, I was supposed to celebrate my friend Travis’s for his birthday and we are having an airsoft war. But, he was down at nationals in Kentucky shooting archery. My mom messed the date up and it turns out that it is this weekend. We went to Kaschmitters to pick out pigs for the Benton County fair, and I pick out a red pig. In my group, I was the only one that picked out a red pig out of the ten pigs. Then it was time to mow the lawn, which our yard is one acre. The grass was so tall on the mount, the lawnmower plugged and killed. After the lawn was mowed, I was able to bring home my dirt bike, and ride it around for a couple hours. I rode it in our yard, driveway, hay fields, and in the pit. My dirt bike was acting up, I think there

"Okay, okay fine. Just, let me go tell my roommate and get a bag packed. Today's the last day before spring break anyway, so you have a week. One week Mary then I'm back here at school whether we find dad or not." Bobby warned. You nodded quickly, surprised he agreed to go so fast and that he was coming for a whole week. You thought you'd have to spend all day begging him to come. "Let's go, this way." He said as he guided you to his dorm. Girls and guys trailed in and out of the big building. Once you were inside you saw guys walking around without shirts, abs everywhere.

Dr. Nettle sees the empty milk shake cup laying on Morris’s bed side table. Dr. Nettle furiously storms towards the door. He turns around facing Morris and Ruth.

The Journey to Doctor Livesey’s house was a quiet one. There were no signs of the men who were with Pew anywhere near us on the southern English countryside, thank the heavens. The only sounds to befall upon my ears were the steady clip clop of the horse’s hooves, and the continuous buzzing of numerous insects. No words could be found to kindle a conversation, and I had no desire to start one. Flitting moments of time passed by, and soon enough, Doctor Livesey’s house appeared.

The unrelenting struggle to climb the summit of my darkened soul yields a somnambulatory existence. Reality’s crushing gravity renders me a lifeless zombie trapped in the circuitous game of functioning. How do I go on when my body reeks of failure and pain?

“Wemonade for sale,” a small, tan kid chirped with a big ol’ boxy grin stretched across his face. Taehyung liked to set up his lemonade stand in front of the flower shop; it always smelled nice and the owners of the flower shop were his friends. His stand was a square, fold-up table with a poster taped-up and drawn in crayon saying “LEMONADE for 5 cents,” and underneath that had been scribbled in, “with umbrellas :).” Despite the fact many people ignored him, Taehyung still was full of cheer.

I want to go to the motion pictures Cameron said however there is no good thing appearing at all I

Everyday life is so mundane. It's the same thing every minute of everyday. Eat, sleep, fuck, get high, cry, scream a little, eat, sleep , fuck, get high... It's so exhausting just to try and live. Each and every painfully slow moment on an endless cycle of repeat that I found harder and harder to repeat. Thankfully though Brett didn't seem to remember anything from the night Drew had come over a few weeks ago. He couldn't even remember getting home, and while I was disappointed in a way it was for the best. There had been enough people in my life who had seen me at my worst and I had no desire to add another person to that very long list.

pair of stilettos. She picked me up with three boney fingers, and I was shoved

Even though I am surrounded by the boney remains of people who once breathed in life, I have never felt more alive than I do right at this moment. The feeling of a successful revenge is like a fine wine rushing through my veins. When placing the last stone in its place of the eternal prison, I can feel my confidence level soaring into the clouds. The several years of mocking and shaming of myself, from Fortunato, has finally been thrown into the spot light, leaving him to decay amongst his own bitter thoughts in the damp and musty catacombs underneath Paris. Only guided by the light of the remaining torch, I found my way out of the endless passages and pathways. With my new found confidence, I march down the cobblestone road to the local pub

The series attempts to objectively explore and represent the aggression, hostility and uncontrollability of anxiety through cropped portraits of hands and arms, so as to subtly create the environment

“Of course I will Ana.” Christian reaching over to give Ana a kiss, and Teddy and Phoebe a hug.

It started the day after fall break it was a dreary, rainy day which made going to school in this weather feel abysmal. Her mother had dropped her off that day explaining she would be home late for some work related reason. The girl shrugged it off then left the protection of her mom’s car to join the other students entering the school building. She met