My Love Story

She was the nicest girl in the world. I also had the best swim coach and she shared the same birthday with me. Mrs. Tessena was my first grade teacher and she really liked me because she had my brother in her class. Things in Ohio were

Thinking about her brings me back to the first day we met, our freshman year of high school, in health class. My natural tendency to arrive early, lead me to be the first one in class that afternoon, giving me my prime spot of choice, the far corner. I felt safe there, where I could see everyone, without everyone seeing me. I watched the rest of the students come filing in through the

My elementary days were coming to an end. We were graduating soon. I discovered everything I wanted know from Annie. I was actually one of her best friend. Someone who would never betrayed her and sincerely congratulate her on every success. After graduation, she gave me a hug and told me she will miss me. She was the first person to hug me. Sadly, I never saw her

– The author tried to present two separate love stories of different generation, Ira and Ruth: Sophia and Luke. The story begins with Ira Levinson, a ninety-one years old person struggling for life, with the image of his dead wife Ruth in his mind, trying to survive from the deadly car accident. On the other hand, a young couple Sophia and Luke who had just started their married life as a happy couple just few months after they met. On their way back to home, they saw the car and Ira in injured state. They took him to the hospital where Sophia used to read the letters of his Ruth for Ira, as he was not able to read it. Luke was indulged in deadly games to pay the debts of his father. This met changed their life and soon their life changed.

She was the first girl to meet my family. This girl would have to be Kayuona Taylor. When Kayuona moved here from Indiana, I began talking to her and telling her all about the school, this town, and even our classmates. Kayuona was a sweet girl, and back then, she was the most beautiful in my opinion. Later in the year, Kayuona and I became closer than ever. We were like best friends. Despite all of the rumors people were telling her, she stayed by my side and was not ashamed to do so. Our first date was at a skating rink in Grenada. She was scared at first, because she thought she was gonna fall. I held her hand,

I felt so warm even we were just sharing some basic information about ourselves at that time. We became friends and she started to encourage me to make more friends and take part in activities. At first, I was reluctant and then I listened to her. She taught me how to behave good in front of different kinds of people that I never paid attention in my hometown. My life became colorful with her help. I didn’t need to be grieved when telling my parents I am alright because I had a person to pour out my unhappiness. She never complained about my ignorance and always explained everything to me

I rake my hands over the white sheets as I flatten out the wrinkles of my childhood bed. The faded red comforter is still placed neatly at the end of the bed and the numerous pillows continue to be clean and fluffed. As it stands in my memory, almost everything in this room is exactly the same as how I had left it. My dresser still stands in the corner and the knob my brother and his friends had taken a baseball bat to is still missing. Even now, my late night coffee stains cling to the white rug and The Story of Ferdinand rest on its designated area of my nightstand. The only things missing are her paintings. They had all been taken down and sold for any amount that could make off of them. Now bare walls glare back at me. Of course this decision was made while I was away at college. My Uncle, Samuel, had decided that Mom’s prized possessions were worth more in paper than on canvas.

My 8th grade year at TJ the first day back to school I met this girl named Hannah she was the most beautiful girl i had seen there. We had some classes together and there was some kids that was picking on her before the classes that we had together and so i noticed that she was upset and that something was wrong with her. I walked over there in art and sat down next to her, and we started talking. We didn’t say names until a few days went by and i heard someone call her name and she heard someone call my name so when we seen each other we yelled each others names. Every time i seen her i couldn’t take my eye off of her. She was herself. And we started talking and getting really close to each other. I heard some people talking about her calling

Eventually as with everything I got used to the idea of her being gone and it wasn’t as painful anymore. We talked on the phone and texted, discussed TV shows and movies, I even visited her for her 17th birthday. Then one day I got the news. She was Pregnant, this time for real. I was overflowing with emotions: Happiness for her finally getting what she had always wanted, Sorrow at the life she was throwing away by having a baby at 17, Guilt for not being there to keep her impulses under control which had been my job for so long, Anger for her moving away and coming home pregnant.

Super Sad True Love Story, America, next to of course god america i, and I, Too, Sing America, are all story/poems that in some form or another address the theme of American exceptionalism and patriotism. In each of the titles, it is established that America is not as revered as it once was or possibly could be and that change needs to take place. Through dystopian tales, satirical speeches and exaggerated ideals the authors of these works of literature try to identify the issues faced in American society.

Fifteen years is an amount of time that can hold memories which last for an eternity. You have to have a lot of dedication and commitment to love someone with your whole soul, your whole being for that long. Her name was Rachel Kay Ritter. Rachel was attached to me at the heart, we were bound by blood and inseparable. Not only was she my role model, but she was y best friend, my sister. She was there when I climbed my first tree, when I had my first crush, when I almost broke my leg, the first time I got a trophy, and the second time my heart got broken. The year she ran away was going to be our year. I was going to attend her homecoming and senior prom, be her number one fan at her volleyball games, and was going to be there when she graduated at the top of her class. We were closer than we had ever been before, adding memories to our mental scrapbook by the second. Soon enough, she has a match, and was burning the memories of me and putting “more important ones” in.

On June 18th 2006, I lost my cousin to a freak auto accident. The Papers read Auto accident claims local teen. The only thing I know was that childhood best friend was gone. I could never run up and hug her at the basketball game. I could never get to see or talk to her at the reunions or any other family get togethers.

When the bell rings, the thought of Zayn kicking him to America is honestly the only thing keeping Louis from running out of the building.

In “The Love of My Life” China character reflects to an irrational young teenage girl, she is an intelligent girl that tries to have good grades and be on top of her class. China was raised from rich parents, she didn’t have to worried about money nor paying for college. She was a spoiled young girl that also, got everything she had ever requested. China cared for people’s opinions and wanted to represent her family’s name in a good well-spoken way. China was controllable along with needing to do things by her approach. China felt in love with a guy named Jeremy, a type of emotion that could be consider destructive fondness.

People don’t realize the sad truth that I’ve been holding on for and secretly suffering with most of my life. People seem to see me as a girl that is naturally bubbly, happy, and outgoing. This was a way for me to hide my real emotions in the time when my depression and anxiety were major factors impacting my self-esteem, just a couple of years ago. So, yes, I admit it -- I was a victim of depression and anxiety. My anxiety has been occurring ever since I was a toddler. My usual anxious behavior would be when I would easily get nervous, wouldn’t talk that well in order to be understood, would go through emotional meltdowns at times, and so forth. My depression however, seem to connect a lot with my anxiety because of my meltdowns and it would easily bring my self-esteem down. One interesting fact about my depression is that it got extreme when I was in middle school. Many events in that time of my life made me feel absolutely worthless inside.