Leaves crunched under my feet as I ran from the police officer. Out of the corner of my eye, I spied a set of rectangular eyes on a porch. I ran to the door and knocked. “Trick or treat!” A hand reached out and placed a handful of candy corn in my bag. Soon my brother caught up, light from the full moon reflected off his plastic badge. Reaching in my bag I found grabbed some interesting feeling triangular candies and popped them in my mouth. Tonight my candy corn addiction had started.
He turned around just as the shadow sunk back into the wallpaper. “I don’t see what you’re seeing, darling. Let’s get you back to bed. You must be hallucinating.”
That voice rang with anger. Ah shit, I pissed him off again, didn't I? Talk about working for a guy who's hard to please. Oh no. I'm such a terrible narrator. You must be asking three questions. Who am I talking about? Who am I? Why am I reading to this? First off, you chose to. Second, I'm talking about Nevada Ramirez, Dominican-American drug lord extraordinaire. I hope that doesn't ring with sarcasm. And your narrator that you are stuck with has a name too. Harold Lockhart but I prefer Harry, however, my undercover name was Benjamin “Benji” Waterhouse. Now we're all caught up back up to the present.
Gone. My beloved Bess is gone. No longer living, lifeless and cold. She is gone. I am no longer able to give her the prize that still rests in my pocket of my velvet coat, yearning to be opened to see her beautiful black eyes light up with joy. I just wanted to see her smile glow in the yellow gold light, but it cost her a life. My Bess, I already miss everything about her. From the way she ever so elegantly plaited a love-knots into her luscious, long black hair, to the way she made me feel. My arms are restless, longing for her little body, missing the way her beautiful body perfectly rested in my arms. Why did she do it?
I can't stop thinking of Darry tonight. His crying really left me BEWILDERED. Sodapop and I ain't ever seen Darry cry before. He's always put on a strong face for us, I never thought I'd be the one to open the floodgates, I thought he hated me. For a while it actually almost felt like Darry wasn't even human, just someone there to constantly nag us, well, mainly me. Thinkin' back though I know "Darry did care about me, maybe as much as he cared about Soda, and because he care, he was trying too hard to make something of me.". I mean, it is my fault he gave up his future, sure would make sense that he'd want to dictate mine. That's also been going through my head a lot. Darry could be living near those Socs, over in the west side. I keep on
Makayla dropped Lacey off at daycare and then was off to work for the rest of the day. When it was finally time for her to go back home for lunch she wasn't feeling right about the whole thing but she did it anyway. She packed up her office and went home for the two hour lunch that she had every day but little did she know she wasn't returning to work today. When she got home she could feel a presence in her house but she wasn't quite sure what it could be and she didn't know if she wanted to find out, so she walked into the kitchen and started making her lunch. Forgetting the bad feeling she had walking through the door. She sat down to eat her lunch when she heard a loud knock coming from upstairs. She was scared but she reminded herself that it was her house and she shouldn't be scared in her own home. So she walked up the stairs and looked in all of the rooms and checked out every little thing that could have made the noise. She walked back downstairs and now she was very frightened. There was someone in her house and she could feel it so she rushed around trying to find out what it could have been. That's when she saw it...him. There was a big shadow in on the wall and she had no idea who it could be or why they were here bit she did know one thing, they didn't belong here! She walked back into the kitchen to get herself a weapon and tried to walk back up to the space when she was grabbed and
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"Command?" Desiree repeated the word with a bit of concern, "Will I be able to wake up on my own, or will I be stuck that way until you wake me?" she asked fear of being trapped in her own mind and possible nightmares echoed through her thoughts. Desiree didn't think she could handle being trapped there all alone.
I am so sorry about what happened that day, I can assure you that it is all a big misunderstanding, you see when Ricky is out in the sun too long and he sees another kid doing another kids job he most likely would get mad (and I completely understand that.), and he most definitely did, and started hitting at Stanley, which was completely out of my control. I can not assure you that it was because of a strike against us or a boycott but i’m sure that it is under control.
But then she heard footsteps upstairs when she got to the room she saw 4 military men standing then BOOM Valentina got smacked in the head with a gun. When she woke up she was shivering and was wet that’s when SPLASH they dropped cold water on her. They opened the cage and got her out and took her to the chief. Then she saw Angel and Jose tied she tried to get loose from the men that were grabbing her arms as tight as they could. When she started walking she saw a family being tortured that’s when Valentina bit on of the men in his hand, when she got loose she started running toward her brothers but something stopped her by the hair and it was the CHIEF. Valentina was in front of her parents killers she spitted the CHIEF in the face and Valentina recived a slap. The CHIEF told his men “Look her up tomorrow morning she's not gonna be in this camp site anymore.” Then Valentina started to get worried she didn't know what they were going to do with her brothers. They threw Valentina in the cage but she wasn’t alone. When she turned there was a girl and told Valentina “Hi my name is Belinda what's yours?”, when Valentina introduced herself and told Belinda why she was here, Belinda told her “Do you wanna escape and help your brothers.” Valentina said “Yes but how are we going to escape,” “Well espece in the middle of the night” Belinda said. When it was the middle of the night Belinda had a
It is quite common among children to have imaginary friends, with whom they talk, play, and even fight. It is also usual parental concerns regarding this issue, and the multiple visits to pediatricians, for fear that your child is suffering from some kind of disorder that could affect her future.
Everyone needs a friend, and when some children do not have friends it is hard for them to socially mature. When imaginary companions are created, it helps develop children’s social interactions. Children learn how to interact with others and realize how others could feel emotionally in certain situations. There is a misconceptualization that children with imaginary companions are lonely and do not do well in social situations. Research has showed that children with imaginary companions score higher on IQ tests and do better in social situations. Literature shows that imaginary companions are found everywhere. Adults even have imaginary conversations. Having an imaginary companion is not a crime and should be encouraged among young children.
Kids create their imaginary friends through the personification of objects around them. They can form pretend friends out of their huggable bears, dolls, action figures, and even cars. They can also give birth to them from fantasy-based creatures and entities, such as angels, ghosts, monsters, and dragons. Imaginary friends among children are a common and normal occurrence in their lives and usually, help them in many ways than most imagined.