My Favorite Grandmother

My grandma was always a hard working person. To see her eyes glisten in the sun as her tears streamed own her face. It touched me. Not only because she is my favorite grandma, but I have never seen her cry before. She always was that person to be able to stand up when no one else would, be kind when everyone else was mean, and stay dedicated and brave when all thought was lost. Her name was Shannon. Shannon Rhoda. Her entire life has been hard work. As I saw her just let loose and cry I knew how

Most people, if asked, would say that they have worked for something in their life. It’s a common thing to have to do. If you want something you have to work for it in most cases. That is a trait that I learned very quickly growing up. My parents made me work for everything I wanted, and they made sure that I knew that good things come to people who work hard and remain selfless. To me this is a very important part of the person I am today, and the older I become, the more I realize that not everyone

Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep” states, “There’s a fire starting in my heart. Reaching a fever pitch, it’s bringing me out the dark,” The speaker is saying in the aforementioned quote that he/she has been sad and in pain from the relationship and now she is finally experiencing a new feeling that is drawing attention from

knowing someone out there is wanting the things i have and my life to them is a fairy tale. There is many people out there in the world who on this very day dont have a great home cooked meal like i do or even loved ones to share it with makes me thankful and sad at the same time. I'm not gonna lie sometimes i'm not always thankful every minute of the day like i should be but that's something i'm improving and the people i'm glad to have in my life know they mean the world to me.

Eighth grade was my favorite year. Partly because it was easy, and partly because I had classes with my best friends—but it was mostly because it was where I met him. The first day of school he was a stranger. I could tell at a glance that he was introvertive, from the cross of his arms, from the way he walked, and most importantly, from the way he didn’t talk. To put it bluntly, he was the most uninteresting person at school...but that was what made him the most interesting. We’ll call this boy

Today was a big day. It was her first day as a second grader at her new school, East Pennsboro Elementary. She got out of bed, brushed her teeth, got dressed, and put on her headscarf. When she got downstairs, she saw that her dad was making her favorite breakfast, pancakes. She sat down at the table, and her dad gave her a big good morning hug. “Are you excited for your first day at school, Fahima?” he asked with a smile. Fahima nodded. Although she was excited, she was also very nervous. What

running for a long time without getting tired. That is a few of my favorite things about being a wolf and also is my favorite season because Halloween, pumpkin spice or minty drinks with treats also get to be myself for a while. I always have this dream where I just run and run, just to get out of the house to get some air to clear my mind from lots of things that is running through my mind. The cool crisp air makes me breath heavy though my nose and muzzle, its kind the of the cold that is like a frozen

There is a feeling that makes me the happiest. I walk home on a breezy fall day, I enter my house, and suddenly get a whiff of my mom’s favorite fall scent, cinnamon apple. I get to curl up in a fuzzy blanket, with my only worry being if tomorrow is going to be another perfect fall day.     The day of school, that was as slow as a turtle, had just ended. I am on my way home on the rambunctious bus. The bus ride where all the rowdy children are letting out all their energy that was bottled up all

significance to the reading public cannot and will not be ignored. The content of my grandmother’s favorite book, Mutant Message Down Under, varies from my current favorite book, Divergent; but this does not discredit either works. As noted in Joseph R. Dominick’s book, entitled The Dynamics of Mass Communication, the content of books throughout the generations has altered—which effortlessly engenders waves of newfangled favorites. Marlo Morgan

The childhood memory that vividly can't be erase out of my mind when my grandmother died from cancer and diabetes. It was sad day, as my family seemed clam once everything has been planned for my grandmother funeral. My aunt and uncles rushly have gotten ready, but no one seemed to have told the children to get ready.The memory of that day will forever hunt me for a while ,knowing that my grandmother loved me so much. I was not able to attend her funeral. While everyone seemed occupied. I took it