My First Day Is My First Day In A New Neighbourhood

    At 5:58 am my alarm went off like every teenager i hit the amazing snooze button. Wow i love that button. As the next nine minutes went by i just layed in bed thinking that it's friday and that the day is going to be great,but it's not.  As i get up to get things taken care of i started not feeling good. By 6:40 am i was walking to my bus stop. As i was walking on my dark road i notice that the bushes are moving and that there is a noise from an animal. I was thinking that it's just my imagination but it wasn't sadly. I can't go back home because i can't get a ride to school because my parent wasn't able to so i had to walk by this moving bush that's making noises (scary noises). As i pasted this bush i was thinking that it's

And all of a sudden we hear the high winds screeching creepily from outside our house, the branches were loudly scratching and scraping against the house loudly. As I looked around I got more and more freaked out. There were boxes everywhere creating shadows from our flashlight and creating darkness that the flashlight couldn't fill. My entire family was scared, as scared as a chipmunk would be if a lion was in it’s tree. My Dad was searching for something in a sea of darkness, my mom trying to comfort my now crying siblings with a horrifying worried look on her face and me thinking to myself, When will it be done, what damage will it do and Oh No. As I thought I heard something crack from outside of my house, and then

I gave a small glare to the man standing in the corner of the room he just looks at me like I killed his pet goldfish. I still didn't understand what was going on. The two men look at each other and then they just leave the room, but inside that room, i could hear the men yelling at each other. Then it goes dead silent. The first man walks in “Come with me now!” He says,I stand up and follow him out of the room. When we get out I see the other man lying on the floor weak and lifeless. They put me in the room right in front of the man and made me watch every time he was hit when he tried to get up. I felt so bad for this guy, all he did was try to help someone that does not sound that bad. Does it? After 3-4 hours of this torture for this good man they finally stop, 4-5 gards pick him up and throw him in my room. Then the guard that was beating him walks up and says,”If you like them so much them you can be one of them.”. Then night fell i slept in the back he was still lying helpless on the floor. I wake up to the sound of the door slamming again. I jump up the guard is not there any more i was so scared about what happened to

It was a cold Friday evening, i was walking home from school and i heard a scream coming from my neighbors house. i walked up the drive and knocked on the door, but nobody answered. i slowly opened the door and creeped in.the house looked empty. i looked around and noticed a blood trail leading to the upstairs hallway. in the hallway there was a kitchen knife on the little corner stand by the stairs. i grabbed the knife just incase i got attaked. i heard crying coming from the other side of one of the upstairs doors. when i opened the door the first thing that i saw was a body lying on the floor and a young girl was hovering over it crying.She looked lke she was either 3 or4. The girl said “ i had to or he would have killed me.” i examoned

“On Entering a New Place” by Barry Lopez is a piece of work that will really make you think. By definition, a preconception is; a preconceived idea or prejudice. Preconceptions of unknown objects or beings could really affect a person, which is what happened to the man in this reading. In the first two paragraphs, a man is having preconceptions about the desert he is crossing, but when the third paragraph comes along, he says “You can’t get at it this way. You must come with no intention of discovery.” Implying that you cannot have preconceptions to things that you are not familiar with.

Do you want to go to Great Wolf Loge. I have been there a lot of times with my friend Isaiah. Me and Isaiah both go there all the time when ever we go home in Dalls. So one time we had bought Isaiah other friend named brody in the summer. Then, we where going to our room and we see a dog that was very huge that scared in shock. Next, all of us went to the room and got in our swimming shorts. So as we where walking we saw the biggest ship build out of glass and paper. Then we got there so I said to Isaiah what do we want do and it was a lot to do. So he said let's do what brody want to do he let's go in the swimming pool that got the basket ball in it so we went there all day. So we went back to the room and took a shower and went to bed and

I`m just an average 17-year-old girl named Violet Rivers walking home from hanging out with some friends on a Friday night but I had this strange feeling that I was being followed, I started to walk faster but then I heard a noise from behind the bushes. As the curious girl I am I decided to see what the noise was when I looked behind the bushes there was nothing there but all of a sudden everything went black.When I woke up the back of my head was killing me and I was in a dim room lit by a couple of candles with a weird smell and I was in a hospital bed with a small dresser next to it. I got out of the bed feeling a little dizzy, slowly walking to the door, when I opened it the hallway was so dark and cold so I grabbed a candle then cautiously moved at a slow pace down the hall feeling scared. There was a royal blue, old looking door that stood out from the rest of the old wooden doors, on the right side of the hallway towards the end, it was hard to open but I pushed as much as I could, then it swung open with the sound of squeaking hinges. There was a twirling staircase that leads far down, I followed curiously to see what was at the bottom. When I got

I was walking along the sidewalk on a brisk Autumn night as leaves crunched beneath my feet. Eerie fog rolled out along the road and brought a chill down my spine. I began to pick up my pace as I wanted to get home as fast as possible. The streets looked like a ghost town, no one was outside and only the dim streetlights lit my path. I took out my cellphone and attempted to call my mother, but it went right to voice mail. Just as i was pocketing my phone I heard a disturbing cackle. At that moment I began sprinting not wishing to stay and find out who or what made that sound. I was about half a mile from my house when I heard the disturbing noise again. Being in a pure state of terror I overlooked a pothole which I promptly stepped in and

I remember being awaken by the loud commotion going on from the living room, so I decided to go check. I went out calling for my parents, but to my surprise, I only saw my mom on the phone crying from the reflection of a mirror. I wondered where my dad was. I got closer towards the living room and stood by the wall. I witnessed my dad sitting down on the floor having trouble to breath complaining about chest pain while my mom stood next to him. I closed my eyes in fear. I then heard something calling me to open my eyes. It was a siren that got louder and louder each second. I stood up and saw red lights shining through the window. There was a knock at the door and my mom went to open the door. Two men and a woman came through the door in navy

The next morning I walk downstairs and find that the kitchen is decorated as if it were a beach or Hawaii. I am very confused as to why the house is decorated so strangely . I am very confused because I do not live with anyone. While walking through the kitchen I seem to notice a piece of glass on the floor,as I pick up the glass I see that the window was broken.

Beep! Beep! Beep! My alarm clock went off at 8 in the morning on a beautiful Friday morning in Brockton. It was kind of hard to believe because Brockton was probably the most destructive city on the planet. Well, at least in my opinion it was. It was the month of May, which meant school is almost over. I was 9 at the time as well. I woke up and jumped right out of bed. I could smell the delicious pancakes being baked in the kitchen by my mother. I ate 2 and then got ready for school. I got dressed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and headed out the door, which was my usual routine every week day morning. I headed to the bus stop and on my way there, I had a bad feeling about something, like as if something were to go wrong, like something really terrible would happen to something. Or even someone. I tried to ignore it and get through this day as soon as possible as usual, but today was not like any other day, for something horrific occurred on this very day.

When I woke up. I was in a cemetery. There was a church with an iron fence. The fence had little skull heads on it. I wander around the graveyard. I saw a person standing by an open grave. I walk over to him, he growls, “ERRRR!” he sounded like my teacher Mrs. Gulon when we wake her from her morning nap. I touch the man on the shoulder and say, “ Excuse me sir, where am I?” He slowly turned around and with his bony fingers grabbed my arm. He tried to bite me. He was a scary man and bloody arms. His shirt was full of blood. I think he was a grave digger.

The morning was cold cause the Furnace did not work which probably the reason the houses pay requirement was so low to buy. I got but of course my parents were gone to work already so I though maybe to Facebook my friends in Florida but my father did not know how to start the wifi so i proceeded into the basement to hook the network up. As i slowly stepped down the steep old stairs i began to see an array of board games very amused I tried to grab one but then a very dark feeling came over me and I felt way too sick to move. I lie there on the floor crying praying for the moment to end. Just then I awoke in the car with all of the luggage on our way the our cozy new yorkers

I just left and got out of there before something happened. I was going home and I hear this loud. BANG a car hit someone’s house and the car started to make fire. There was a time when a car flip in front of my neighbors house it was so scary to see a big car rolling around. We’d called 911 as fast as we could. We were running away from the car and the house the people who owned the house were still in the house. The car was in front of the house. The house started

It was 4:30 am and my chicken alarm woke me up for my dentist appointment. I didn’t want to get up, but I knew I had to because in just 30 short minutes, I would need to be leaving for my appointment at 8. Yes, do the math. I have to leave three hours before my appointment. Why? Well because my family has no money, so I have to walk. I crawl to the bathroom on the other side of the hall and hear a BANG, BANG, BANG! There are just seconds between the shots. Being half asleep, this sound wakes me up. I think of all of the possibilities as to what it could have been, but then I realize it is probably just the neighbor shooting his gun to prove a point to his wife, which is quite normal I have found to be true. The rest of the time getting ready seems to go fast. By the time I get done brushing my hair and my teeth, it is already 4:58 am. I rush down stairs and put on my tennis shoes. I have a long hike ahead of me.