My Life On The Tenth Day

“I still couldn’t comprehend that this might be a matter of life and death, that this was the most serious thing I’d ever been involved in.”

“You don’t mind if we ask some questions about why you’re standing there all by yourself?” said

She didn't answer my question at first " Maylee what are you doing here ?" " HAPPY BIRTHDAY !" Maylee yelled . In my mind I was confused I had forgotten all about my own birthday , I've been so busy lately . Thank you I told maylee , I'm bald you remembered because I didn't . I turned the tv on , to the news channel . An alert came on " Warning tornado in Kansas City , evacuate the area if possible . " it would probably reach Kansas City in about

“How can I forget when all you do is talk about it? Why do you care? I’m the one who had to worry about getting caught. What if someone recognized me?”

“No need to get all ‘cop to the rescue’ here. I just got lost. Isn’t that right Miss…” he said looking at Dr. Flanagan in reminder of what they talked about.

"Jer when I got here I was so angry and pissed off at everyone even to you. I scared off a lot of people. Even my own cousins kept me at a distance, didn't really want to get to know me they were just dealing with me because they had to. But you didn't owe me anything. You just wanted to be my friend. It took me months to believe you. You're the only reason people have given me a second chance. I'd probably still be sitting in the back of the cafe stabbing the wall with a knife if you weren't my friend. So yeah, thanks for

I reached the entrance of the school and the surroundings felt different. The hallways were usually crowded, filled with students trying to get to the next class. The hectic hallways were hazardous, with heavyhearted . The receptionist in the office told me where my testing room was. My proctor took me to the third floor of the school and she gave me the test. I went through the reading and math portion in a hour, although I didn’t understand the math. I was told that I was doing the Writing on Monday. When I left the building, my mind and body felt as if someone emptied out my insides, but there was no pain, just emptiness. I wasn’t sad, just

The upper classmen yelled at me when I got on the bus. I turned around and smiled at them. A smooth day went by, but when I stepped on the bus to get home, I heard the haunting voices again.

"Happy Birthday". (IS THIS AN EFFECTIVE MEANS OF DIALOGUE? I'VE TRIED WEAVING IT INTO PARAGRAPHS ALONG WITH DESCRIPTION, BUT I FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, AND IT DOESN'T IMMEDIATELY MAKE ME DISGUSTED; SO, DOES IT WORK?)

"But what if you couldn’t? There had to have been a time that you didn’t get something. A time when the subject just didn’t make sense," he said, leaning his hip on the

“I mean, I don’t know what I am, so why is it anyone else’s business and why is everyone talking about me?”

My eyes darted to the clock. 3:10 a.m. Still, I couldn't sleep. Frustrated, I combed my fingers through my hair. I couldn't make this interface work properly. I dissected the code line by line, but, after another hour, I finally gave up, telling myself that I could solve it the next day.

and you felt your face explode in embarrassment as jeonghan stared at you in wonder

March 21st, 1987 was an ordinary day in Smithville, New Jersey. The 80th day of the year held very little significance in the minds of most, but for bride and groom to be Charles Attwood and Kennedy Miller, March 21st was a day that symbolized a new beginning. Adorned in her perfectly altered wedding gown and elaborately coiffed hair, Kennedy made her way down the aisle and into her new husband’s arms. The happy couple walked out of the wedding chapel hand in hand into their 1976 Magnolia Daimler, and sped away to their home. Unfortunately, the bride and groom never made it to their reception. Kennedy, with her pristine wedding heels in hand, brutally stabbed her husband 27 times, then proceeded to kill herself in the bathroom. The family

I was nomadic with school. The teachers never entertained me as much doing secular things did. I found relish in secular things, the bad things were good and the good were bad. As a child, I never hoped for anything— I was a pessimistic existentialist— I lost sight of my future. My flesh stood tall like Goliath and my soul waited for the right moment to prevail like David. I was a walking zombie and I was bound by my ignorance. Everything seemed perpetual and I being to conjure my own existence. As I look back at it now, I lived in death’s shadow and my psychiatrist was the devil.